inspiring fling.”
Struggling with a sudden surge of anger, Odis resisted punching him. “You don’t believe me? I’m not some childish flake. I… fuck you.” He spit out the words and turned away, immediately regretting the outburst as he walked into the bedroom area to find the rest of Bobby’s clothes.
Bobby tried to ignore the sting. “You said yourself that you don’t have a frame of reference. How can—”
The phone ringing interrupted him. Bobby answered it immediately. “Hello?”
Odis tidied up the bed area and tried to calm himself as Bobby got his travel details from Gertie.
Bobby hung up the phone. “Flight in three hours.”
“That doesn’t leave any time, since ya hafta drive back to Amarillo first.” Odis searched around the bed and gathered up the rest of his dirty clothes as Bobby went into the bathroom to get ready.
He returned a few minutes later in his clean jeans. “Sorry,” Bobby apologized. “I don’t want to start a fight. I just want to make sure you know what you want.” He sat at the table and pulled on the clean socks.
“I just hate bein’ called a liar.”
Bobby put on his shoes and tied them up. “That’s not at all what I said.”
“Not in so many words, but maybe I’m just bein’ defensive again. I want ya to come back.” Odis went to the kitchen and got a business card from one of the drawers as Bobby pulled on the clean shirt. “This has all my numbers on it,” he said, handing the card to Bobby. “Call me, but keep tryin’ if I don’t answer right away, I might be busy.”
“Busy? With what?” Bobby asked as he slipped on the jean jacket.
“I actually feel like working. I might be in the studio awhile.” Odis gave him a tentative hug.
Bobby squeezed back and kissed his forehead. “All right. I’ll call and keep you updated.” He released Odis, picked up the duffel, then walked out the door before he let himself get distracted by the thought of Odis still wearing nothing but his boxers.
Odis watched him leave, feeling a heavy pit in his gut. At least Bobby said he would call.
Chapter 8
A
FTER tidying up the house and checking his supply inventory in the studio, Odis thought about heading to the B and B. This bold new vision he had in his head, if he really wanted to pull it off right, involved the use of some new materials. He could use Gertie’s computer to research and order the necessary supplies—or, more likely, watch over Gertie’s shoulder as she worked the computer—and he could also grab Bobby’s things, since he’d be there anyway.
It only took a few minutes to open up the garage and untarp his jetblack El Camino, but the car’s refusal to start left him stranded. Upon
finding the battery dead, Odis chided himself for not driving the car more often as he hooked up the charger and waited the required two hours for the battery to build up enough juice to work.
After returning to the house, Odis changed the sheets on the bed but regretted the task as soon as he threw them in the washer. The fabric still held faint traces of Bobby’s aroma. Maybe he should have left them. But that’s just silly , Odis scolded himself. Grown men shouldn’t run around smelling each other. Although that might make sporting events more interesting . He chuckled aloud at the thought.
Odis dawdled around with other house chores, checking the garage occasionally until the charger’s green light finally came on. He reached into the car and turned the key. The car roared to life after a sputtering cough.
Heimdalla looked in the car, then back toward the house when Odis opened the car door wider for her. After a studying glance up at Odis, she trotted back to the house.
“Damn dog. Just stay here, then,” he grumbled at Heim as he crawled into the rumbling El Camino. Odis smiled as he backed the vehicle out of the garage and drove to the gate. Even after all this time, the car’s feel and power still gave him a rush. He’d gotten it brand new back
Struggling with a sudden surge of anger, Odis resisted punching him. “You don’t believe me? I’m not some childish flake. I… fuck you.” He spit out the words and turned away, immediately regretting the outburst as he walked into the bedroom area to find the rest of Bobby’s clothes.
Bobby tried to ignore the sting. “You said yourself that you don’t have a frame of reference. How can—”
The phone ringing interrupted him. Bobby answered it immediately. “Hello?”
Odis tidied up the bed area and tried to calm himself as Bobby got his travel details from Gertie.
Bobby hung up the phone. “Flight in three hours.”
“That doesn’t leave any time, since ya hafta drive back to Amarillo first.” Odis searched around the bed and gathered up the rest of his dirty clothes as Bobby went into the bathroom to get ready.
He returned a few minutes later in his clean jeans. “Sorry,” Bobby apologized. “I don’t want to start a fight. I just want to make sure you know what you want.” He sat at the table and pulled on the clean socks.
“I just hate bein’ called a liar.”
Bobby put on his shoes and tied them up. “That’s not at all what I said.”
“Not in so many words, but maybe I’m just bein’ defensive again. I want ya to come back.” Odis went to the kitchen and got a business card from one of the drawers as Bobby pulled on the clean shirt. “This has all my numbers on it,” he said, handing the card to Bobby. “Call me, but keep tryin’ if I don’t answer right away, I might be busy.”
“Busy? With what?” Bobby asked as he slipped on the jean jacket.
“I actually feel like working. I might be in the studio awhile.” Odis gave him a tentative hug.
Bobby squeezed back and kissed his forehead. “All right. I’ll call and keep you updated.” He released Odis, picked up the duffel, then walked out the door before he let himself get distracted by the thought of Odis still wearing nothing but his boxers.
Odis watched him leave, feeling a heavy pit in his gut. At least Bobby said he would call.
Chapter 8
A
FTER tidying up the house and checking his supply inventory in the studio, Odis thought about heading to the B and B. This bold new vision he had in his head, if he really wanted to pull it off right, involved the use of some new materials. He could use Gertie’s computer to research and order the necessary supplies—or, more likely, watch over Gertie’s shoulder as she worked the computer—and he could also grab Bobby’s things, since he’d be there anyway.
It only took a few minutes to open up the garage and untarp his jetblack El Camino, but the car’s refusal to start left him stranded. Upon
finding the battery dead, Odis chided himself for not driving the car more often as he hooked up the charger and waited the required two hours for the battery to build up enough juice to work.
After returning to the house, Odis changed the sheets on the bed but regretted the task as soon as he threw them in the washer. The fabric still held faint traces of Bobby’s aroma. Maybe he should have left them. But that’s just silly , Odis scolded himself. Grown men shouldn’t run around smelling each other. Although that might make sporting events more interesting . He chuckled aloud at the thought.
Odis dawdled around with other house chores, checking the garage occasionally until the charger’s green light finally came on. He reached into the car and turned the key. The car roared to life after a sputtering cough.
Heimdalla looked in the car, then back toward the house when Odis opened the car door wider for her. After a studying glance up at Odis, she trotted back to the house.
“Damn dog. Just stay here, then,” he grumbled at Heim as he crawled into the rumbling El Camino. Odis smiled as he backed the vehicle out of the garage and drove to the gate. Even after all this time, the car’s feel and power still gave him a rush. He’d gotten it brand new back
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