Chapter 12Tom Alan shoveled in a forkful of ice-cold pasta, then headed back to the bedroom. He paused at the hallway window, looking for Ben but didn’t see him out in the yard, despite a good deal of light.
Once back under the covers, he rechecked Milo’s message. “Missed ya, I guess. I’ll call ya back.” Since he hadn’t yet, Tom Alan sent him a text.
I’m up if ya need to talk. Send.
Within seconds they were.
“You’re up, huh?”
Just the sound of Milo’s voice made Tom Alan smile. You’re different.
“Oh! s**t,” Milo said. “Let me start over, I was supposed to say, Moshi, moshi, Tom Alan-kun.”
“Impressive.”
“Eh, I looked it up online.”
“You’re up early. It’s like 6:17 A.M. over there.”
“Precisely 6:17 A.M.”
“Yeah. I looked that up—the time difference.”
“Keeping tabs on me?”
“Maybe a
