* * * *
It was early, and Jack knew Tom was still at the university. He used the key Tom had given him and let himself in.
He paused just inside the door to unlace his work boots and toe them off. Tom wouldn’t be too happy if he traipsed Georgia clay all over the rugs in his house.
I need to change out of these clothes, too. They were clammy and damp.
Tom kept spare clothes for him, and he padded through the house to the bedroom.
The condition of the room took him by surprise. Tom was generally very neat, but just then the sheets were half off the bed, the covers were all tangled, and clothes had been left lying on the floor.
Must have been in a big rush today. Jack wouldn’t let himself think that maybe Tom had help getting the bed in that condition. His friend wouldn’t do that to him.
He changed into a set of comfortable sweats, made the bed, then picked up the clothes and put them into the hamper.