Dodgy

Xander

I walked into the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Charlie. He was taking a long lunch and had the time to actually leave the plant where he worked—managed, really. He was good with his hands and had a hard time keeping to the managing. He liked the doing.

He put up his hand. “Xander,” he called.

I made my way to the table and took my seat. “Did you order yet?”

“Two BLTs.”

“One is for me, right?” I joked.

“Maybe.”

“Asshole.”

He chuckled. “How have you been? I haven’t talked to you in a week.”

“I was out of town for a few days and then I was working on that other job for a client,” I told him.

“Your pet project?”

I smiled. “Yes. It’s nice to do a little something different.”

“Whatever happened with the party planner?”

I took a drink from the glass of water. My first option was to play dumb. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You know exactly what I mean. You being dodgy tells me something did happen. You said you were going to take her out on the boat.”

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