"Okay."
Aaron answered, watching Lance’s face for any sign of reaction. When Lance stayed quiet, Aaron added, “Catherine, take care of yourself in Eldervale. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Alright. Bye, Aaron.”
Catherine couldn’t shake the weird feeling she got. Aaron only acted this stiff and formal when Lance was around. Normally, he was easygoing and even a bit goofy in private.
She pressed her lips together, thinking.
Meanwhile, Aaron had barely put his phone down before Lance shot him a look sharp enough to cut glass. Aaron froze up instantly.
“Lance, do you need anything else?”
Lance looked at him. “Do you need something?”
“N-no…” Aaron shook his head, then caught Lance’s icy stare and started to stammer. “Well… maybe? No. Definitely not.”
“Out.”
Lance spat out the word, crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, and stood up. He grabbed his jacket from the chair and walked out, heading straight home.
On the drive, he called Harrell.
“Let’s drink tonight. What do you want to eat? I’ll order.”
“I’m still at the hospital,” Harrell replied.
“You’re still there? Just come by after your shift.”
“No can do. I’ve got a surgery tonight,” Harrell said.
“What time does it finish?”
“Smoking and drinking aren’t good for you. Once in a while is fine, but you really need to slow down.”
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