Chapter 17For the hundredth time that morning, Henley checked his phone for any missed calls. It was now ten A.M. and that seemed like a reasonable hour to call someone on a Monday. He’d been up since six this morning. He’d worked out for an hour, doing stretches, pull ups, and sit ups. Then he’d followed that routine with a light breakfast of fruit and Greek yogurt, while reading Dostoevsky. Not bad. Not bad at all. But by eight A.M., he’d been crawling out of his skin, unable to concentrate on anything else but the idea of hearing Mason’s voice again. Would things be weird between them? Was the magic he’d felt in the cabin only temporary? Would Mason even want to see him again?
When his phone rang on the bed, Henley grabbed it, and heart pounding, checked the number. It was Gabriel. Why
