Tristan sat in his car, parked on Sherbrooke Street, eating an apple and going over his latest contract. On the seat, his phone vibrated and he glanced down it. It was Markus again. Markus had been calling since last night. He couldn’t put off this conversation any longer, so he picked up the man’s call. “Hey,” he answered, tossing the apple core into the plastic bag tied to the shift stick.
“Well, look who finally decided to give me the time of day.” Markus laughed, but his voice had an edge to it. “What’s up? Why haven’t you called me back?”
Tristan looked out of his side window. The sun was shining and they were calling for warmer weather this weekend—the last of the summer. He couldn’t wait to spend two days with Rain. “Jeff’s put me on probation and I’ve been working like a crazy ma
