Chapter 8
The last thing he expected—really, Cal needed to stop trying to anticipate anything—was for Dave to show up on his doorstep Thursday night.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t even know you had the address.” He collected his wits and motioned Dave inside.
Dave grinned at his confusion. “You sounded like you could use some support, so I took a long weekend. You’ve been isolated over here for a month, and you seemed a little stir-crazy.” He held out his bag.
“You could say that. Just leave your bag, I’ll put it upstairs later. How did you know where the house was? Why didn’t you call?” A dozen more questions popped into Cal’s head, but he stuck with those two.
Dave reached out and hugged him. “The internet and GPS. Modern technology is pretty useful.”
Cal let himself sink into
