“I like working, but maybe I’d work fewer hours. Sometimes I wish I could live in Nortown, but I like my house, a lot, so even if I could, I doubt I would’ve moved.”
“Would you go on vacation to the Caribbean and shit like that?”
Fred tried picture himself on a crowded beach and shuddered. “I doubt it. I like to be at home.”
“But you’re here with me instead of being at home.”
He was. It was surreal that he’d agreed to go, and not only agreed, he was looking forward to sitting in a shitty car for the coming week. “Crazy, isn’t it?”
Zen laughed, a deep, bubbling laugh. “Not at all. I do stuff like this all the time. Or, not all the time, but you know.” He shrugged.
“You and Justin?”
Zen pursed his lips. “Yeah…Justin recently divorced his wife so it’s been a rough—”
“His wife?” Fred’s face heated when he realized he’d not only cut Zen off, he’d also raised his voice.