Chapter 15
Stacy was digging through the kitchen cabinets on Saturday morning, trying to find something to eat for breakfast, when the phone rang shrilly, piercing the early quiet. With a muttered curse, he scooped up the receiver before the noise could wake Lamar. His plan was to get ready for work and be gone by the time his roommate dragged his sorry ass out of bed. Hitting the talk button, Stacy growled into the mouthpiece, “What the hell do you want this early in the morning?”
“Hello to you, too,” Ange drawled in his ear. “Did you just wake up? Cause I can call back if you’re gonna be a dick.”
Stacy grinned. He loved the warm sound of his friend’s voice, curling inside him like smoke from the thin brown cigarettes Ange favored. “Did you just call to talk about my d**k?” he teased,
