He veered by the living room first to check his cell phone. It wasn’t even noon yet. As expected, he had three texts from his dad wanting to know why he’d called in, and two from his mom wanting to know if he needed soup. Oy. He texted them both back that he’d taken the boat out, leaving out the part about him being home and fucking his brains out with a handsome stranger. Then he saw the missed call from the marina and that he had a new voice mail. He played it, frowning as he listened. “Sean, it’s Liza from the marina. Two guys said a friend of theirs is with you and he left his wallet and stuff with him. His name is Erik, and his cell number is 941-555-9933. He asked for you to have their friend call them so they can get him his stuff.” He saved the message and took the phone back into the bedroom. “Some guy named Erik stopped by the marina and had them give me a message to have you call them.
