From: [email protected]
Re: Absence
Isaac,
I know I said I’d be back today, and I’m sorry for the no notice, but I’ll be visiting my father this weekend in San Diego. If you need anything at the office, Jan (Jeff’s assistant with the red hair) said she could pitch in.
I plan to be back Monday.
Thanks,
Evan
Jan with the red hair brings me a double shot of espresso and asks if I need anything else. I shake my head and reevaluate whether I want to be here, either. Unfortunately, unless I want to reschedule all my calls and appointments on my own—which I don’t, then I should follow my schedule.
Evan would be pissed if I didn’t, and I don’t want to do anything else to annoy him, although he did say he would be here today, and the fact that he’s not, and therefore not givingme a chance to talk to him face to face is yet another unpleasant development.
I’m not going to bug him in San Diego, but I’m not ruling out finding some way to get to him before he comes in Monday morning. I know he runs with his dog in Alamo Square before work. It’s not a small park, but I’ve seen pictures of Apollo, and the dog would definitely stand out. It’s possible I could track him down.
Am I supposed to put my life on hold until then?
I think about last weekend with Deacon, how it was in turns both exciting and so relaxing, I slept better than I have in months. Years maybe. Not to mention, it was nearly picture perfect. In fact, the only way it differed from my ideal fantasy weekend was that it was Deacon and not Evan at the other side of the table at brunch.
And he looked great there.
After my lunch meeting with Brad, I text Deacon on my walk back to the office.
Me
I’m trying not to worry that I haven’t heard from you.
Deacon
You were going to if you didn’t ask me to do something this weekend.
Me
You’re free?
Deacon
I hope not.
Me
Let me make you dinner tonight.
Deacon
Only if I can cook.
I grin.
Me
I hope you don’t get distracted easy.
Deacon
