Matt glanced up from his desk at his father who stood in the doorway. “I am beat.” “You’re working too hard.” Ed walked in and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, studying Matt steadily. With a chuckle, Matt rubbed at his neck muscles which had tied themselves into knots at some point. “When have I ever complained about work? Besides, I just had a mini vacation. My batteries are recharged.” “Then what’s going on?” “Just worried about what’s happening with the center. We’re getting nowhere on it.” Matt leaned back in the chair and studied his father. He wasn’t sure he liked the careful way his dad examined him. As if he were searching hard for something. “It’s a wonder you’re taking this so personally,” Ed commented. “Knowing how you feel about Krista.” The ironic note in his father’s voice made Matt snort.
