“You know what’s funny, though?” Adam’s slight Texas twang had become a bit more pronounced, and Rico couldn’t help but smile.
“Now that I’m here, I miss New York.”
“Yeah? What do you miss?”
“You’ll think I’m crazy.”
“Nah,” he said jokingly. “I already know you are. Tell me. It’s the coffee, right? Or the pizza? Oh, wait. Must be dirty-water dogs from the cart you said were your guilty pleasure?”
“None of the above.”
Rain began to patter against the windows, and Rico stretched out, enjoying the back-and-forth with Adam, hoping that their talk might help ease some of Adam’s heartache dealing with such a tragedy.
“It was you.”
Rico’s smile faltered, and his heart began to pound. No one had ever said that to him; he’d never gotten close enough for anyone to miss him when he left.
“Me?” He couldn’t help his voice cracking a bit.
“Funny, right? I mean, yeah, we’ve fucked around, and I know we said no strings, but—”
“It’s okay. I get it.” Shocked at how much Adam’s words meant to him, warmth flooded Rico. “So, what’re you doing tonight? It’s Friday afternoon. Looking for a lonesome cowboy to keep you company?”
“Nope. I’ll probably stay home and watch some television.” He paused. “What about you? Busy this weekend?”
“No. I’m lying here in bed.”
Neither said a word, though Rico could hear Adam breathing. A crazy idea popped into his head, and before he dismissed it as pure stupidity, he spoke.
“I’ve never been to Texas.”
A few beats of silence passed. “No?”
“Uh-uh.” His pulse quickened, and he sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed. “And I have the whole weekend free for once.”
“Yeah, so…” He let the sentence hang, deciding if Adam picked up on it, he could be at the airport in less than an hour.
“So I’m thinking you should get that sweet ass of yours into a cab and haul it to Dallas. I’ll pick you up when you text me you’ve landed. See ya.” The line went dead.