Page 12 of Catch Me
Even though it was a horrible idea, I opened up a contact I’d never used and hit call. It rang for a while, and I assumed he wouldn’t pick up, but then it connected.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hey.”
“This isn’t Tilian.”
There was a chuckle on the other end. “No, this is Patrick.”
“Brooks,” Til scolded quietly.
“Jeez, baby, have some fun.”
I rubbed my temple and questioned my life decisions. “Can I talk to him?”
Brooks hummed. “Why?”
“It’s not your business.”
“Yeah, but heloathesyou, and he despises talking on the phone, so if it’s not life or death...you get me.”
“Sounds sorta controlling.”
“More like protective. He’s a delicate little flower.”
“I amnotdelicate or a flower,” Til grumbled.
“Nevermind,” I said. “It’s not important.”
There was a scuffle on the other side, then it got quiet.
“Um, what’s up?” Til asked after a second.
It took me a moment to gather my thoughts. I hadn’t actually expected to get ahold of him. He also hadn’t threatened my life. Yet.
“I was wondering—”
“He’s not interested in your body!” Brooks shouted, sounding far away.
I growled and got to my feet. “Do you have Travis’ number?”
“Travis?” Til repeated. “Uh, like, baseball Travis?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“Why does he want it?” Brooks whispered loudly. “Gasp. Are they boning?”
Til failed to stifle a laugh. Jesus, were they ever not stoned?
The last thing I wanted was for them to think I was interested in the guy. “We were talking about a commission at the game,” I explained.
“Oh, that’s dope. I do have his number, but shouldn’t you already have it if you were working together?”
“Guess I forgot. I just want to check in about it, okay?”
