“I need ideas,” Ryan told Merrick Saturday morning, after they’d eaten breakfast. Of course he’d already filled his lover in on his discussion with Mr. Foster, which had elated Merrick. “I have a month and a half to create at least half a dozen drawings.”
“Oh, boy. That’s not much time, given that you spend five nights a week at the restaurant.”
“I know.” Ryan sucked in a breath, bit the bullet, and said, “I’ll have to give my notice tonight, which means I’ll be free by the end of the week.”
“I know I’ve been urging you to do it,” Merrick replied, keeping his elation from showing. “But you have to be certain it’s what you want. Maybe you could take a leave of absence?” He didn’t want to suggest it. On the other hand, he knew it was best to put the idea out there. By the time he’s been g
