Chapter 11

But if Lee noticed my reluctance to talk about my writing, or lack thereof, he didn’t mention it. Through the phone I could hear his name, someone paging him to the MRE lab and my lover sighed heavily.

“No rest for the wicked,” he said.

With a laugh, I teased, “I can be wicked if that’s the way you like it.”

“Is that a promise?” Sobering, he said, “Listen, hon, about my mom—”

“Hey, whatever you decide to do, Lee, is fine by me. I’m behind you a hundred percent.” I lowered my voice and breathed into the phone. “You know I like that position best.”

“You know you’re turning me on.”.

I could almost see his smile.

“And I have four more hours here with no relief in sight. But this is about my mom.”

The thought of his mother doused my arousal fast and I laughed. “What about her?” In the background, another page called out for him. “Do you have to go?”