Chapter 10It wasn’t like Phil to be late. Bobby checked his watch. If they didn’t get moving soon, they’d…His phone began to play Donna Summer’s “Hot Stuff.”
“Hey, hotness.” Bobby said into the phone.
“Sorry I’m running late. Just about to set off now.”
Phil’s voice was doing its quiet thing again. Over the past three months, Bobby had heard it less and less as Phil became more confident. Bobby had a good idea what the problem was currently, but rather than dwelling on that over the phone, he asked, “Have you eaten breakfast?”
“Not hungry.”
He figured as much. Whenever Phil got stressed, he lost his appetite. “I’ll make you something you can eat while you drive.”
“I’m not—”
“See you soon, sexy. Drive safely.” Bobby blew Phil a kiss, hung up, and made his way to the kitchen.
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