Chapter 12Ben got a call at work about 11:30 on Monday from Toby, who was phoning to tell him he and Bruce had made it back to Colby safely.
“Don’t plan to fix supper this evening, Ben. I’ll order in pizza and we can talk about our weekends, okay?”
Although he wasn’t eager to face Toby, he could only agree.
The two ate their pizza side by side at the bar in the kitchen, legs touching companionably.
Toby at the last bite, finished his Pepsi, and used his napkin.
“Okay, big guy. Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”
“Who said there was anything wrong?”
“Don’t play games with me,” Toby said. “I know you’ve got something on your mind, and you’re obviously not happy with it.”
Ben sighed and gave Toby a weak smile. “Okay, let’s throw out the trash and put these plates in the machine. You want som
