Chapter 4
Mark looked at the Caller ID, debating whether to answer when he saw Todd’s number. He hadn’t the previous two times his lover had called—once right before he left the shop for the day, the second while he was driving home.
“I can do this,” he said under his breath, putting the phone down on the kitchen counter before going back to fixing supper. It finally went silent, after five rings—the number Mark had programmed in before a call would go to his voicemail.
He waited until after he’d eaten before checking to see if Todd had left a message. He had. It said, Why aren’t you answering, Mark? I’ll be in town tomorrow for a two-day meeting, so I’ll see you tomorrow night. Miss you.
“I knew this would happen,” Mark muttered. “He rarely asks, he always tells and expects me to be h
