Chapter 54

“Sorry.” I scrubbed my hand over my face. “Don’t…don’t tell Wills I was such a…”…baby…”…worrywart, please?”

“Not a problem, Theo. Take care of yourself, okay?”

“You too, Vince. Bye.” I hung up and squatted down beside the kitten who was sitting at my feet. “He’s coming home, Miss Su.” Her ears were pricked forward, and her hind end quivered, as if she were about to launch herself at me. I opened my arms, and she leaped into them, purring and butting my chin. “Daddy’s coming home.”

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An odd thing happened as I vacuumed and dry mopped, emptied the dishwasher and changed the sheets on the bed. I began to grow angry. Four fucking weeks, and he couldn’t find the time to call me and let me know he was still alive?

And what the fuck had Vince meant when he’d said Wills had permission to call me? Why the hell should my lover need permission to call me when he was away from home?

I tramped down my anger. Rent boys couldn’t afford to get angry.