Page 95 of Worlds Collide

Happy Birthday, little rich boy.

Still thinking about you every other second.

I snort. That’s such a Wolf thing to say, but luckily I can give it right back.

CJ

Keep it up.

To saythat I spend every available second of the next two months planning Wolf’s birthday gift would be only a slight exaggeration.

In the end, I go with my gut and ask Mike and Adam to help only with a few details, mainly Max Jr.’s size.

I get a picture from Wolf himself after he gets his presents. All I can make out is he’s wearing his German Shepherd adult onesie I sent him and sitting on a couch. Max is next to him with his bigger-than-before head resting on Wolf’s lap.

I got him a faux-leather jacket so he can match Wolf when they go out, and looking up at Wolf longingly as he’s eating the tacos I ordered to commemorate the way we spent Wolf’s birthday last year.

Mike, of course, was incredibly helpful with his recommendation on the best tacos in town, and Wolf doesn’t disappoint from his texts.

Wolf

Awesome gift, little rich boy.

You know I’m buying you one too, right?

CJ

Wouldn’t expect anything else.

Did you see the back?

Wolf

Of course I did.

I’m most definitely not a good boy.

I bark out a laugh at that, I couldn’t help but pay for some embroidering myself and had “Good Boy” put in sparkly gold over Wolf’s ass on the onsie, and of course I put that in the back of Max Jr’s jacket too.

CJ

Sure you are.

And I was expecting a picture.

Just to make sure it fits . . . properly.

He only sends back an emoji with a raised eyebrow and I answer with a kissing one.

There’s no more texts after that, and I know that’s the way it’ssupposed to go but again it only makes the sting of missing him more painful.

Only three more months to go.

Hopefully.

I don’t hearfrom Wolf at all until the second week of October. It’s totally unexpected, and the message is only a link.

I click on it and it takes me to a podcast by... Ed Trent?

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