Chapter 9
“I hope you don’t mind,” Ty said over the clam chowder. They’d ridden out to Cliff House for lunch and a hike, and he’d announced that he was taking the afternoon off from sight-seeing.
“It’s not you,” he said again. “I’ve just got some work I need to do.”
“I thought this was your vacation.” Evan tried not to sound like a whiny teenager. He felt a little like whining, to be honest. They didn’t have much time left together. Couldn’t Ty have told his editor or publisher to give him a few more days?
“It won’t take long, I promise. Pick me up for dinner and that moonlight stroll along the Embarcadero.”
Evan tried not to let the news ruin their morning and afternoon. After all, a couple didn’t have to spend every waking moment together, did they? And he and Ty weren’t a real coup
