Chapter 7
Gideon was kind of glad Christmas 2016 fell on Sunday. He was used to having Sundays off anyway, and was probably the only person in the world who liked work days better. Though several people had invited him for dinner, he’d declined. Now he was having second thoughts.
Gideon reread the message he’d sent to Rudy on f*******:.
Talk to me. Come over. Message me or call. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I have your shoes.
He’d included his number, which Rudy hadn’t used. As Gideon placed his boots on the shelf between a moccasin and a cowboy boot, he reread the very brief response he’d received via Messenger.
I’m OK. And I apologize again. It’s better if I keep my mood to myself.
Gideon had answered that.
You said being with me helps your mood. I like that. I want to he
