“I’m good, how are you?” Luke asked, sounding amused. “Out having a good time?”
“I’m on my way home,” John said, leaning back into his seat and closing his eyes. “How could you tell?”
Luke laughed. “Just a guess. I’m actually calling to see if you want to come hang out on Sunday night? Owen is out of town, and I thought it would be fun to watch the game together.”
“That sounds like fun. Can I use your magic tunnel thing?”
The magic tunnel, unreal as it seemed, was actually a portal created by Owen’s grandmother so that Owen could keep his bookstore in Builder Falls and still live with Luke in Forest Hill.
John wondered if that was how Carter traveled back and forth between the two cities. While Carter hadn’t said that he was from Forest Hill, there weren’t any other places he could be from. From what John had learned, werewolves were pretty anal about their territories.
“Sure. Martha will be at the store, so just knock and she’ll let you through. Come over at around five?”
“I’ll be there,” John said. Then he squinted his eyes. “Though you should probably text me, too. I’m pretty drunk right now.”
“I will,” Luke said, laughing again. John didn’t think he was that funny, but whatever.
“So how is work as a detective?” John asked, glancing out the window and then quickly looking away when all the lights made him dizzy. “Are you detecting a lot?”
“I am. And it’s pretty great. How about you—still loving your job?”
“Oh, man. So much,” John enthused. “I love it.”
John’s phone let out a beep, and he pulled it away from his ear and frowned at his screen. His battery was down to one percent, the screen having dimmed to a point where he could barely see it.
“My battery is almost dead. I’m just saying, in case it dies while we’re still talking,” John said.
“Noted. I guess I should let you go, then. Make sure you drink lots of water and—”
John didn’t get to hear the rest of Luke’s sentence, his phone dying and cutting the werewolf off.
Oh well. John would talk to him later. Putting his phone back into his pocket, eyes feeling heavy and the interior of the car swaying in a way that was not at all related to driving, John leaned his head back against the headrest and promptly fell asleep.
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