Page 221 of The Texas Sterling Collection
Rod and Wyl returned to their flat after shopping and lunch. The phone in the flat was ringing as they opened the door. Rod dropped his shopping bags on the table and answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Rod or Wyl?”
“May I ask who is calling?” Rod asked.
“Is this Rod? It’s Ailbe. How are you?”
“Oh, Ailbe. I’m fine. Wyl and I just walked in from the market. What’s up?”
“Actually, I need to talk with Wyl.”
“Sure, just a sec.” Rod mouthedhe wants youas he handed Wyl the phone.
“Ailbe, how are you?” Wyl said.
“Doing fine, Wyl. Did you receive the project information I sent to your email?”
“I did, Ailbe. I had a chance to glance through it this morning.”
“Good. Any questions so far?”
“No. The overall course project is fairly straightforward. I may have a few questions after I delve more deeply into the individual projects.”
“Why don’t you and Rod meet us at O’Connell’s later this afternoon. Declan and I usually meet there after work. That gives you a chance to look over the project, and you can ask any questions you may have.”
“Let me check with Rod, Ailbe. Hang on a sec.” Wyl covered the mouthpiece. “Want to meet Ailbe and Declan later this afternoon at O’Connell’s for a drink?”
“Fine with me,” Rod said.
Wyl put the receiver back to his ear. “Sounds good, Ailbe. What time?”
“Around 4:30.”
“We’ll meet you at O’Connell’s.”
They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.
Wyl set up the new printer and, before long, had two printed copies of the project plan Ailbe sent.
“Hand me one of those manila envelopes we bought,” Wyl said. Rod was in the kitchen, uncorking a bottle of wine. The office supplies they bought were in a bag on the counter near where Rod stood.
“As requested, your highness.” Rod handed Wyl the envelope. “And a pen. I know you will ask for a pen next.”
Wyl chuckled as he accepted the envelope and pen. “You know me too well.” He placed one copy of the project plan in the envelope and wroteCrosson the outside after fastening the metal clasp.
“Hand me my cell phone, will you, babe?”
“Yes, your majesty.” Rod walked to the table and handed Wyl his cell phone from the other end.
“Oh…I didn’t realize it was right there.” Wyl grinned.
“Uh-huh.” Rod winked at Wyl and went back to the kitchen.
Wyl dialed Glenn Cross. “We have a delivery for O’Brien.”
“I can’t swing by this afternoon, gents. I’ll stop by in the morning.”
