“I’ll meet you there,” CJ mutters. f**k whoever’s in his office right now. He was talking to him first. But if he says anything, Richard will remind him that he’s the one at work, he has a job unlike some people he could mention, and he has to go. Then he’ll hang up on him, pissed, and CJ will get mad and Richard won’t meet him for lunch… “Forget it.” It isn’t worth the hassle.
“What?” Richard asks.
CJ shakes the blankets off as he climbs out of bed. “I said forget it. I’ll see you at one.”
With another sigh, Richard says, “Babe, I said I don’t know what time—”
“You said one.” CJ gathers the phone up from where it rests between the sheets and sets it back on the bedside table. “See you then. Love you.”
Before Richard can argue, CJ hangs up. He’s not mad, he tells himself. Richard’s bu
