With dark, feeling eyes, Fortuna stared at him. Then she barked. It was so surreal, that Henley shrunk back from her and wide-eyed, stared at the phone on the coffee table. Laughter bubbled up inside him and he felt a little crazy.
“Okay, my lady. You’re right.” He rose and grabbed his phone. Sat. Fiddled with his empty glass. He finally swiped Mason’s name and listened to the phone ring. It rang for too long and with each ring, Henley regretted his decision.
“Yeah?” Mason finally answered in a rough voice. There was loud music in the background. People yelling. “What is it?”
That question, of all questions, was the one he’d least expected. Henley wasn’t quite sure how to answer it. “Hi…How are you?” he babbled.
“What? I can’t hear you,” Mason shouted over the music and loud voices. “W
