Chapter 9
“Beau, honestly, it’s a fifteen-minute bus trip from here to work. Stop treating me like a kindergartner on his first day going to school.” Rick shot him a look of disgust before picking up their breakfast dishes.
“Sorry,” Beau replied, meaning it. “When do you have to catch the bus?”
“At nine-twenty-two. I could get the one after it, but I want to be there in plenty of time.”
“Then you’d better get moving. It’ll take you a few minutes to walk to the stop.” Beau looked him over. “You’re sure you don’t want to borrow one of my dress shirts?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Mr. Green said jeans and a short-sleeved button-down is fine. Besides which,” Rick shook his head, “I’d swim in one of yours.”
Beau envisioned that and laughed. “Okay, I’ll see you tonight. You have your wallet and keys?”
