Chapter Twelve
I’m sprawled out on the sectional, the television remote in my hand, the signal going in and out. My eyelids are fading and for the first time in years, I might actually grab a nap. That is until my phone rings with the blaring music of Dax’s ringtone.
His name flashes across the screen and my thumb hovers. A nap sounds better than whatever Dax has to say. Then again, it’d be nice to talk to someone who actually wants to speak to me.
“What’s up?” I answer.
“I heard you and Little Salty are tucked away in a cabin all cozy. You tap that yet?” He laughs, certain that would never happen.
“Let me warp back to two thousand and five and I’ll let you know.” I click off the remote. Senseless.
“That should show you how much of a gentleman I am, I don’t even know the current slan
