Chapter 11
With that ominous statement hanging between them, the men were distant with each other for the rest of the afternoon. Dezi watched Rox as he made a phone call and then sat down at the dining table and worked on a list steadily until bedtime. When he was finally through, he folded it up, pushed it deeply into his jeans pocket, grabbed a blanket and pillow, and made his bed on the couch.
“Rox, what the hell is this? Just tell me, and I’ll—”
“You can’t, Dezi. Not this. Now, just leave me alone. Can you do that?”
Dezi watched him with questioning looks, worried looks, and thoughtful stares, determined to stay awake all night to make sure Rox was all right. Along about one, he began getting so sleepy he couldn’t keep his eyes open. He sat nodding off over and over again until his
