Heath was trying to take this all in, about what had happened to Jack. He'd just gotten home from teaching.
"Did he tell you everything?" He wanted to know.
"No, not exactly." Nick sighed. He went on to let the dog out back so Doc could wrestle with the snow. He was all frisky. If only Heath had his energy. Heath had essays to read, papers to grade. It was never ending. And yes, more lesson plans to conjure up. If only he were a magician. But this about Ryan, shocked him.
"I dunno." He would have never thought of Ryan being...like that. "Did he say..what exactly happened?"
"He leaves a lot to the imagination. I'd hate to know. Really." Nick licked his dry lips and went to check in the fridge for some leftovers they could heat up for dinner.
Heath kept his eye on the black lab in the white puffs of snow. He stared out the sliding glass that let out on the deck. It was interesting, getting lost in the fun his pet was having, dancing around as if this were the life. Not this dreadful past, he wasn't sure he wanted to know so badly about Jack. But really he did. He wanted to know. He wanted to know if Ryan were trouble. Real trouble.
And to think, he liked Ryan. He really did. He'd been a great co-worker, and even a friend.