Right now he had everything he could dream of.
Gary’s mobile phone chose
that moment to ring, shattering the peace that had settled over
them.
“You better answer it,”
Trevor said, leaning forward.
“Don’t want to.” Gary had
his eyes shut.
“Might be
work.”
Sighing, Gary opened his
eyes, took the phone from his belt and looked at the screen. “It’s
Lisa.”
Gary made no move to accept the
call.
Getting to his feet,
Trevor began walking away. “I’ll just—” He let the sentence hang.
Lisa calling had destroyed the delicate web of pretend that he’d
managed to weave around himself and Gary. It had been a tenuous
construction, but he still mourned its collapse.
Reaching the tree line, he
could hear Gary talking into the phone, but wasn’t able to make out
the actual words, which was a relief. He didn’t want to know the
lies Gary was telling about how lonely he was and how he was
missing her and couldn’t wait to be back. Maybe it was worse not