Chapter Thirteen
It had been an emotionally draining week, and come Friday evening Eric was relieved to be done with it. On the way home, he stopped for Chinese takeout and picked up a bottle of scotch from the upscale liquor store next door. When he finally arrived home, he changed into shorts and a T-shirt, then took Drake for a short walk.
He ate his Chinese with his feet propped up on the ottoman while sorting his mail and watching a mindless sitcom on TV. He was about to pick up the remote and try to find something that might not kill all his brain cells in thirty minutes when his cell phone vibrated. He reached to the stand to grab it and found a text from Steve.
“Can I come over? I need to see you.”
Rather than typing back a reply, Eric dialed Steve’s number.
“Eric…”
“Are you
