Chapter 6
Tuesday, Christmas Eve
Marty was up, dressed, and had eaten breakfast by the time Trey buzzed to let him know he had arrived. Grabbing what he needed, he headed down and out to where Trey had parked in front of the building.
“You know,” Trey said as Marty fastened his seatbelt. “If we’re going to keep doing things together, we should trade numbers.”
“Absolutely,” Marty agreed. “Give me your phone. Please,” he added. Trey did and Marty programmed his number into it, and then Trey’s into his phone. “Now there’s no escaping me,” he said with a grin when he handed it back.
Trey patted Marty’s thigh. “Like I’d want to.”
That relieved Marty. He’d been awake half the night, worrying that Trey would change his mind once he really thought about everything.
Carol was waiting out fro
