Page 10 of Walking Wounded

“I just got settled,” Luke says, not able to control the frown that twists his mouth.

Linda smirks at him, then her eyes bounce around. “Where are you? What hotel?”

“No hotel. I’m staying with Hal.”

“Ah.” She grins. “The mysterious Hal. When can I see him in person?”

“Never.”

“You’re too tense for someone who just got reunited with his best friend.”

“Yeah, well…” What to say, what to say…

Linda is smooth. “What have you learned about the story so far?”

“Not much,” Luke admits. “His name is Will. I get the impression he’s going to be difficult.”

“Ugh. That’s it?”

“Hal said he was delightful.”

She smirks. “Well. Far be it from me to disagree with Hal.”

“Linda…”

“Have fun tomorrow. Stay in touch.” The connection snips off as she shoots him a patronizing smile.

Luke slides down into the sofa bed – God, it’s comfy – and exhales toward the ceiling. Was he stupid to come here? Probably. But there’s nothing to do now save wait for the morning.

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