When Clay awoke, he was alone in the bed. He pried his eyes open to see Jon, fully dressed, gathering and cramming stuff into his big bag.
“What the…”
“Oh, did I wake you? Sorry. You were sleeping like a worn-out kid. I hate to miss the red rocks, but I’ve gotta catch a flight in Phoenix as soon as I can get down there. Some friends…well, more like business acquaintances, want me to go along and document a trek in the Himalayas. I just got their message when I checked my phone this morning. I’ll stop in LA to pick up some gear and then fly on to northern India.”
Fuck. I am not ready for this! A shard of ice stabbed through Clay’s chest. It was too soon to be saying goodbye. He’d known they would, but not before sharing today, tomorrow or the day after that. Maybe he’d be ready about the
