Pad called Wayne. On the third ring, he answered the phone.
“Hey, Wayne.”
“Hey, yourself. You must have gotten the roses.”
“Can you talk?”
“Yeah. I’m actually leaving the gym and walking back to the dorm. Are you at Maddy’s or your dorm?”
“My dorm room.”
“Your roommate there?”
“Nope he’s got the night shift tonight.” Pad hesitated but spat it out. “Do you want to come over?”
“Sure. If I run, I’ll be there pretty quick. But I’ll be sweaty.”
“Ha. Are you trying to turn me on?”
“Is it working?”
“Just get here, Romeo.”
“All right, Pad. You’ve said the magic words.”
Pad scanned his room. There were two double beds here, but his roommate, another senior airman, had stacked a large bookcase divider between the two beds for privacy. The guy seemed nice, worked odd shifts since he work
