Caiden checked the caller ID late Sunday afternoon and almost smiled. Apparently Leander was under orders to get in contact with him ASAP, as it had been less than twenty-four hours since their dinner engagement.
“Hello?” he said when he answered, making it a question. Zander had found Leander’s number and given it to Caiden. But the information on the screen showed only the same number, not who was connected to it.
“Caiden, it’s Leander. I hope I’m not interrupting something.”
“Just my watching Styge stalking a bug.”
Leander laughed. “Sounds exciting. Not.”
“Not really.”
“That being the case, how do you feel about joining me for supper, again?”
“Depends on where,” Caiden replied cautiously.
“You know Pat O’s?”
“Who doesn’t?”
“Umm, a tourist from Dubuque?” Leander said with amuse
