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"So he's staying in Toronto?"
"For a while."
Philip opened his mouth, hesitated, then took another swig of coffee.
"So," he said. "Did you hear Mayor Mel's latest pronouncement?"
We hadn't been able to get last-minute tickets for any decent shows, so we ended up seeing a movie instead, then going to a jazz bar for drinks. By the time we returned to the apartment, it was almost two. Clay wasn't there. While Philip went into the bedroom to get his cell phone and retrieve messages, Clay wheeled in the door, cheeks flushed.
"Hey," he said, gaze darting past me to look for Philip.
"He's in the bedroom," I said. "Did you go for a run?"
"Without you?"
Clay walked into the kitchen. Seconds later he returned with a bottle of water, uncapped it, gulped half, and held the rest out to me. I shook my head.
"Please tell me you were exercising downstairs in the gym," I said.
Clay took another drink of water.
"Damn you," I muttered, dropping onto the sofa. "You promised you wouldn't follow me tonight."
"No, you told me not to follow you. I didn't answer. My job here is to protect you. That's what I'm gonna do, darling."
"I don't need--"
Philip reappeared from the bedroom. "Bad news." He looked from Clay to me. "Oh, am I interrupting something?"
Clay guzzled his water and headed for the kitchen.
"What's the bad news?" I asked.
"Emergency meeting tomorrow." He sighed. "Yes, it's Victoria Day. I know. I'm really sorry, hon. But I called Blake and bumped our golf game up to eight o'clock, so I'll have time to play and take you out to lunch before the meeting. I'd really hoped to spend more time with you this weekend."
I shrugged. "No big deal. Clay and I can keep ourselves amused."
Philip hesitated, seemed ready to say something, then glanced toward the kitchen and shut his mouth.
At noon Monday, as I waited for Philip to pick me up, he called to say there'd been a mix-up at the golf course and his party had been over an hour late teeing off. They'd just finished their game. So, no lunch date.
After Philip called, Clay and I decided to hike to Chinatown for lunch. We spent the rest of the day slacking off, discovering unexplored neighborhoods, looping down residential streets, then jogging along the beach before returning to the apartment with supplies for a steak dinner. Around seven someone buzzed the apartment. I was in the washroom, so I yelled for Clay to get it. When I came out, he was holding another vase of flowers, this time a mix of irises in an earthenware jar.
"He's sorry for missing lunch," Clay said. "You want them in the bedroom with the others?"
I stopped, watching him hold the flowers and waiting.
"Say it," I said.
"Say what?"
I snatched the flowers from his hand. "I know what you're thinking. If he really regretted it, he'd have cut his golf game short."
"I wasn't going to say that."
"You were thinking it."
"No, you were. You said it."
