Ruben was prompt and precise with the work he’d been assigned, though, never missing a deadline. Duncan was much impressed with the boy’s talent and professionalism. Yet in his heart, Duncan missed speaking with Ruben face to face. But without a shadow of a doubt, he knew showing up unannounced at Ruben’s place would only earn a swift rejection, either by Ruben not answering the door or by him slamming it in Duncan’s face again. Duncan sighed tiredly, praying for answers and solutions to the mystery that was Ruben. He rubbed a hand across his weary face and threaded his fingers through his hair. Well that certainly didn’t bring him any divine guidance. He needed to be proactive to shake himself out of this glum state of mind. And right then he knew exactly what to do. “OH, SO you’re Kerr? Ruben warned me you might be coming by.” “I see.” Gritting his teeth, Duncan reined in his temper at the words, spoken in a casual tone that in his mind belittled Ruben and his plight.
