"I really can't come to the hospital today, I'm not feeling well," said Travis, who is still connected to Abbie. "Convey my apologies to Mr. Will and Mrs. Stefania. Maybe tomorrow I can serve clients, but not at all today," he continued.
"All right then," said Abbie, sounding bored.
"Okay..."
Travis hung up the phone, then put the phone in any direction. He glanced at Phoebe who was sitting beside him, watching him. The man lay down, using his lover's thighs as a pillow for his head.
"Actually your client could come in here if she had to be checked out today," Phoebe muttered, gently brushing Travis' slightly long hair.
"I don't want to . . . It could interfere with my rest and our time together," Travis said casually.
