~ Carl ~
“I don’t know when, Ros. The next day or so, I imagine. Greg Lynch at the Manhattan office will be in touch with the specifics.”
“I understand. Have a good time. Give Abi my best.”
“I will.” I hit the ‘off’ button and lean back in my seat. I have half a mind to go to the back for a nap, but there’s only an hour left, and it’s likely I won’t sleep. My patience is thin, as it usually is, after many days away from home. Sawyer has been a competent stand-in, but it’ll be a relief to have Taylor back at my side; this man has my wife’s habits down but not many of my own, to make day to day operations easier. I allow my eyes to close, willing my brain to be still, for once. I can’t wait to see my wife and son.
“Sir?” Sawyer interrupts my nap attempt, after I don’t know how long. H
