Chapter 5The last few hours of work dragged. This close to Christmas, the phones had slowed down. Most people had better things to do than talk to their insurance company. But after the new year, when deductibles reset, the calls would never seem to stop, and like every year, I’d think about becoming a day-drunk.
With the floor quiet and nothing else to distract me, it was difficult not to let my eyes wander over to where Nathan played Battleship with Marcus, grinning whenever Marcus missed and accused him of moving his pieces.
Nathan caught me staring, and made a bored face, pretending to hang himself with an invisible noose. I pretended to put a gun in my mouth.
I was so absolutely crazy about him, it was a wonder he couldn’t tell.
Only one person could f**k up my plan. Stanley. The
