Gator sniffed a small patch of grass with great interest. He hated not having a yard for Gator to run around in. The house he’d lived in before and during his short-lived marriage had a decent spread that had worked for them. Someday, he’d be able to offer Gator better than stolen moments at parks they weren’t welcome at. “Do your business, man. It’s cold out here.” He pulled his jacket tighter around him and rolled his neck. Sleeping on the couch was not doing his back any favors. He missed his bed, with the thick foam top and the pillows his sister had given him for Christmas. The bed was more than big enough for two people, and he bet Lisette made a fine bedfellow, but down that path lay temptation. To distract himself from where thoughts of bed and Lisette were going, he pulled out his phone and checked his work email. One marked important caught his eye. The subject merely read, Call Me.
