Eli came in a few minutes later, holding fishing gear and an extra snowsuit as I stared at my phone in shock, contemplating my next move. He share seemed ready to go for someone who had only been gone a few minutes.
I didn't want to text Bryon, but now I had no choice.
"What's wrong?" Eli asked, sensing my situation.
"It's my ex. Bryon. He texted my boss, I guess."
"What a di*k!"
I looked up at Eli, slightly surprised at his response.
"Well, even more reason to go fishing. Here," he said, handing me the suit, "put this on and meet me outside. I'm gonna fill up the Jeep."
"You have a Jeep?"
"Yup," Eli said, grinning. I could tell he was slightly bummed at my lack of enthusiasm for the upcoming snow fishing trip, but Dan's text had stressed me. If I cared about my job, I should tex
