Julian
“What do you mean you just landed in Omaha? You were just there last week."
Pushing my sunglasses up on my nose and securing the strap of my overnight bag on one shoulder, I sauntered across the runway of the small airport, as I listened to Rhys rant and rave in my ear.
“I bet you're not even there for work," he chided. “I doubt you're even there to visit your mother because you only visit once a year. You're there to see that woman again, aren't you? The one that sent you back to Minneapolis with your tail between your legs."
Mildly amused, I replied, “One, you sound like a jealous girlfriend. What's your deal, man? Am I not spending enough time with my bestie?"
“You are such a pain in my a*s," Rhys grumbled.
I smiled broadly. Working Rhys's last nerve was one of my favor
