"...so, anyway, if you could just ... just call me back. I miss you. Um, bye."
Ace sighed and disconnected the call.
Erik had silently come in just as Ace was finishing his latest message for Paul. Erik's face probably reflected his own, he thought -- sad eyes, downturned mouth, worry etched into every muscle.
"No word from Paul," Ace said. "On the plus side, also no word from Tanner. Think he's given up?"
"He's been quiet at work lately." Erik sat next to Ace on the couch. "But then again, I gave him a shitty, complicated assignment to punish him."
"Such a good friend you are."
Erik squirmed in his seat.
"He's not answering any of my calls or returning any of them," Ace moaned, back on his Paul obsession. "He must absolutely hate me."
"I doubt that. I'm sure he's just hurt. We all
