“Can you do me a favor?” he asked, ignoring the pang he always felt when he heard her voice. “I need Hal to pick up a few things for me, but I can’t remember his number.”
“Sure. Give me the list. I’ll tell him what to get.”
He rubbed his eyes. The last thing he needed was for Mary to hear these particular details. “That’s okay. There’s no reason for you to play middleman here. Just give me the number, and I’ll call him myself.”
Her low chuckle warmed him, even though he knew it shouldn’t. “You don’t really think you can give methe runaround, do you?” Before he could find a response, she added, “But if you don’t want me to know, that’s your business. Here you go.”
He scribbled down the number she rattled off, repeating it back to her when he was done. “Thanks. This should help.” Now that he had her on the phone, it was tempting to keep her there, but the distant sound of the shower stopped him. Gideon gave his good-byes and promptly hung up.