Jasper laughs. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
Blake gives him the finger and retrieves his water bottle. “Where’s Ryan?”
“Talking to his ex, I presume. He’s not coming in today.”
“The f**k? Why?”
Jasper shrugs. “Maybe you were right about him.”
“I better f*****g not be.”
* * * *
Regret makes the day drag painfully slow, as if time is reluctant to pass while things with Jasper are uncertain. Or time is punishing him for not doing the right thing, and forcing him to suffer in his feelings for as long as each passing hour can make itself be. By the time Ryan pulls back the sheets of only half the bed, the silence of the day had become near unbearable. Sleep would be impossible. His mind is swirling into a disaster fueled by things he should have said.
After a few hours of restlessly trying
