“If you care about him so much, and he’s disappeared because he’s lost everything, what do you have that might get him to come back?”
“When did you get so astute?”
“When I realized my wife was going to leave me if I didn’t stop being an immature jerk.”
He had a point.
“I won’t miss lying to her on the phone about where you are.”
Brian winced. “Sorry about that. And don’t change the subject. We’re talking about your love life, not mine.”
“Believe me,” Martin grimaced, “I have seen more of your love life this afternoon than I ever wanted to.”
“I’ll put a sock on the door next time. The look on your face. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”
Martin laughed. “Might need a flashing light. I completely missed Jess’s bra on the floor when I walked in.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“Jesus. You convince your wife to take you back and suddenly you’re the love doctor.”
“Two doctors in the family! I’m as surprised as you are. I didn’t know I had it in me.”
I’m not who you think I am.
Who did Seb think he was? There were so many versions of him. The ghost, the charming artist everyone wanted to know, the lost son only good for making a scene. Which one was Seb?
“You’ve got your thinking face on,” Brian said.
What Martin had was a headache. And possibly an idea.
