Wes smiled as he picked at the fraying edges of the towel and wondered if eight months were really all that big a deal anyway. Nathan seemed willing to give him a chance; despite the fact that Tom had told him about Roger, he still called looking for a way to get in touch with Wes. With him…Wes couldn’t quite wrap his mind around that.
When he realized Cindy was waiting for him to say something, he murmured, “I just want to tell him about Roger myself. Tell him I’m sorry for…I don’t know, for leading him on last night, I guess. I think he should at least hear it from me.”
“Yes, he should.” Before he could say anything else, Cindy took the towel from him and dried her hands. “But I’m not giving you his number. I can’t go around on Tom like that.”
“I know,” Wes sighed.
Tom was right.
