Whoever was calling was darned persistent. Second call in ten minutes.“Mmm, you going to answer that?”“Let’s see—warm woman or phone? Let me think.”She giggled. “Could be important.”“Better be.” He answered, unprepared for the voice on the other end.“Son, where have you been?”“Hey, Mom. I—”“Your dad and I are so worried about you! You don’t call, you hardly answer your phone.” Boy, she was upset, not that he could blame her. “It’s not right for you to keep yourself holed up in that apartment all alone. I’m coming over to get you, and you’re going to come home and let me make you some breakfast.”“Mom—” He glanced at Shea to see her stifling a laugh, and stuck his tongue out at her.“You’re going to get out of there and stop moping. I mean it, Thomas Wayne! I’ll be there in ten.”“Wait, Mom! I’m not at home.”“Oh.” A pause, then, “Well, where are you?”His face heated. “Mom, there are some things a guy does not want to discuss with his mother.”“What!
