But what about Roger? What will he say?
The dog had no answer for that.
“Wes?” Nathan prompted. “You still there?”
“Yeah.” Wes’s hands tingled, the hair along his nape prickled, and he’d never felt so spontaneous and reckless in his whole life as he did when he said it again. “Yeah, I’d love to. Tonight?”
“How about right now?” Nathan countered. “I want to see you again. I have to. Are you far from Sandy’s Grill?”
“I know where it is.” Wes hoped Nathan couldn’t hear the anticipation running beneath his words like an undercurrent, ready to drag him under and drown him if he let it. “You want to meet me there?”
“Ten minutes?” Nathan didn’t even try to mask his own excitement. Wes could hear the jingle of keys and he wondered if Nathan wasn’t already halfway out the door.
But he
