Chapter 12
“Hi, F-felix.” Carl Onstad greeted me with his customary shy smile as we hugged in front of Fettuccini’s on Peachtree. “I was s-surprised to get your c-call, though it w-wasn’t unwelcome.”
“I just wanted to spend some time with you, give you an update on things, have an actual meal instead of just f*****g you against a wall, or in a closet, or over your desk at home.” It had moved with each thrust. “A change of pace, if you will.”
He took my arm. “All of the above is f-fine with me. I’ve never complained.”
“Yes, I know. It’s one of the things I appreciate about you.” I felt sick to my stomach as I followed Carl inside the restaurant.
As we were seated by the hostess, my thoughts went to Tyler, who, at this very moment, was breaking into Carl’s house. I hoped he would find s
