Carter wanted that.
When he got to his car in the parking lot, the light had almost faded behind the mountains. In the sun’s wake, there was a lovely striation of color: tangerine, yellow, pale blue, violet, and at the very top, an almost navy blue. The first stars were beginning to blink on.
He leaned against the car and groped in his pocket for his cell phone. He pulled it out and texted Tony. How have you been?
And Tony immediately responded with a sad face and the words, I’m alone. It’s okay to call. If you want.
Carter touched the screen to connect. In a second, Tony’s voice came through, that rich baritone Carter had come to love.
“I miss you,” Tony said, without any preamble.
“I know. Me too.”
“Should we set up another date?” Tony asked, the hope in his voice apparent.
Carte
