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.I'll talk to mom, promise.Not tonight though.""Don't worry about it.I'll see you when I get home.Love you.""Love you, too." Scott was about to hang up when he suddenly said, "Drew? Can I ask you something?""Shoot.""Are you lonely?""Is this your mom?" Drew asked carefully."No.Me." Scott looked around him at the silent house, suddenly itching to get out of it or he'd go crazy.It was always so empty these days.He thought about it for a moment and realized Drew hadn't answered."Drew?""Yeah, Doc.I'm here.""Are you?""Not so much lonely as.I don't know.I miss you.Wish you were home more.That's all, really.""I get that.I'll be here when you get home tonight.""And that's making me want to ditch the last of my shift, so go to your meeting, see The Savior, and get your ass back where it belongs."Scott smiled."Yes, sir."He was still grinning when he got to the hospital.He always liked it when Drew made it clear where he was wanted, where he was supposed to be.The smile grew wider for another reason when he saw Tom in the conference room.Tom looked up and grinned back, standing to shake Scott's hand.He was dressed casually, in jeans and a golf shirt, his brown hair slightly damp from the chilly rain outside."Scott, nice to see you again." His voice was low and smooth, cultured.It made Scott's toes curl.Scott took the offered hand with a warm smile."You too.How was the drive up?"They talked quietly for a couple of minutes while other people filed in, their comments and questions flowing easily, comfortably.When the room was full Scott started the meeting with a quick recap of what still needed to be done and who was taking care of assorted last minute details.He handed things over to his co-chair who happily stunned the room by announcing that ticket sales were going better than projected and they were already at seventy-five percent of their fund raising goal.Scott sat back in his chair, unable to think clearly.They had all worked so hard—were still working—and all of a sudden the objective was brought back to him in all its glory.They were going to actually do it.New equipment.New toys.New ways to ease a child's stay.They were going to make it happen.When Tom stood up to list off everything that he was assured of, either by the people doing them or the things that he had arranged for, Scott barely listened.He knew it by heart.Tom had come out of nowhere and had done most of this by himself, had used his time and resources to smooth the committee's way and to save them money.Tom was as much—if not more—a part of what the residents were trying to accomplish as the rest of them.Scott came back to himself long enough to answer a few questions and make a new list of things that had to be done, then he offered everyone a quick smile and closed the meeting.He and Tom walked out together."I'll be back up the day before the bash," Tom said as they left the building.Scott nodded."Thanks." He stopped and looked at Tom."I mean—really.Thank you.Your help has been.invaluable, actually."Tom laughed, a deep rumbling sound, his head tipping back."No, it's not.If it were I'd never get my clients to pay.Just tell me I can come see the ward when you get it all spiffed up.""You bet," Scott grinned."Listen, call me when you hit town.If I'm not working I'll treat you supper somewhere, say thanks again."They stopped walking next to Scott's car."I'd like that," Tom said.He shook Scott's hand again."I'll talk to you soon." He looked like he was going to say something else, but he just smiled and shook his head."See you, Scott," he said over his shoulder as he walked away.Scott waved then drove home to wait in the empty house for Drew to come home and love him.Chapter SixteenDrew thought he really should have seen this coming.Scott had spent eight months planning this bash so of course he was going.Naturally enough he wanted Drew there.Drew didn't really mind that part—gala party, lots of food, Scott all dressed up—that was fine.Problem was, Scott expected him to get dressed up too.Scott actually owned three suits that were pretty nice.Drew didn't own a single one; he lived his life in sweatpants and t-shirts.He had one pair of dress pants, two golf shirts and one button down.No tie.Nothing remotely suitable for this party [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I'll talk to mom, promise.Not tonight though.""Don't worry about it.I'll see you when I get home.Love you.""Love you, too." Scott was about to hang up when he suddenly said, "Drew? Can I ask you something?""Shoot.""Are you lonely?""Is this your mom?" Drew asked carefully."No.Me." Scott looked around him at the silent house, suddenly itching to get out of it or he'd go crazy.It was always so empty these days.He thought about it for a moment and realized Drew hadn't answered."Drew?""Yeah, Doc.I'm here.""Are you?""Not so much lonely as.I don't know.I miss you.Wish you were home more.That's all, really.""I get that.I'll be here when you get home tonight.""And that's making me want to ditch the last of my shift, so go to your meeting, see The Savior, and get your ass back where it belongs."Scott smiled."Yes, sir."He was still grinning when he got to the hospital.He always liked it when Drew made it clear where he was wanted, where he was supposed to be.The smile grew wider for another reason when he saw Tom in the conference room.Tom looked up and grinned back, standing to shake Scott's hand.He was dressed casually, in jeans and a golf shirt, his brown hair slightly damp from the chilly rain outside."Scott, nice to see you again." His voice was low and smooth, cultured.It made Scott's toes curl.Scott took the offered hand with a warm smile."You too.How was the drive up?"They talked quietly for a couple of minutes while other people filed in, their comments and questions flowing easily, comfortably.When the room was full Scott started the meeting with a quick recap of what still needed to be done and who was taking care of assorted last minute details.He handed things over to his co-chair who happily stunned the room by announcing that ticket sales were going better than projected and they were already at seventy-five percent of their fund raising goal.Scott sat back in his chair, unable to think clearly.They had all worked so hard—were still working—and all of a sudden the objective was brought back to him in all its glory.They were going to actually do it.New equipment.New toys.New ways to ease a child's stay.They were going to make it happen.When Tom stood up to list off everything that he was assured of, either by the people doing them or the things that he had arranged for, Scott barely listened.He knew it by heart.Tom had come out of nowhere and had done most of this by himself, had used his time and resources to smooth the committee's way and to save them money.Tom was as much—if not more—a part of what the residents were trying to accomplish as the rest of them.Scott came back to himself long enough to answer a few questions and make a new list of things that had to be done, then he offered everyone a quick smile and closed the meeting.He and Tom walked out together."I'll be back up the day before the bash," Tom said as they left the building.Scott nodded."Thanks." He stopped and looked at Tom."I mean—really.Thank you.Your help has been.invaluable, actually."Tom laughed, a deep rumbling sound, his head tipping back."No, it's not.If it were I'd never get my clients to pay.Just tell me I can come see the ward when you get it all spiffed up.""You bet," Scott grinned."Listen, call me when you hit town.If I'm not working I'll treat you supper somewhere, say thanks again."They stopped walking next to Scott's car."I'd like that," Tom said.He shook Scott's hand again."I'll talk to you soon." He looked like he was going to say something else, but he just smiled and shook his head."See you, Scott," he said over his shoulder as he walked away.Scott waved then drove home to wait in the empty house for Drew to come home and love him.Chapter SixteenDrew thought he really should have seen this coming.Scott had spent eight months planning this bash so of course he was going.Naturally enough he wanted Drew there.Drew didn't really mind that part—gala party, lots of food, Scott all dressed up—that was fine.Problem was, Scott expected him to get dressed up too.Scott actually owned three suits that were pretty nice.Drew didn't own a single one; he lived his life in sweatpants and t-shirts.He had one pair of dress pants, two golf shirts and one button down.No tie.Nothing remotely suitable for this party [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]