“Why?”
“Because he’s being very rude in not answering your father’s calls. I think he forgets that your father is his godfather and feels an obligation to help him!”
Right. No doubt that was why.“I don’t expect him to call me, but I’ll let you know,” he agreed, trying to end the conversation.
“Turn left in two hundred feet,” the GPS informed him, and it was too much to hope that his mother wouldn’t hear through the speaker.
“What’s that? Where are you?” she demanded.
“Out. Running errands. I’m nearly at the store. Gotta go.”
“But I thought you were sick!”
Cain hung up, and the sudden silence sounded through the car like a gunshot.
Cain didn’t know what to say, how to explain away all of the horrifying, embarrassing things his mother had just revealed. He was utterly mortified, and it didn’t help that Damon wasn’t speaking. Not a single word.
“That could have been worse,” he said softly. “I mean, she could have talked about me running around the house naked when I was a kid or something. Or the time I drew myself a beard with permanent marker. She could have demanded to know where I was running errands… honestly, I’m surprised she didn’t. She could have…”
“Cain,” Damon said finally, thrusting out a hand. “Could you just… not talk right now?”
Despite his stomach shrinking in on itself, Cain nodded and shivered at the silent tension.
