In the meantime (Exerpt)

The alarm clock read 6:59 then suddenly flicked to 7:00 and a loud piercing chime went off breaking the silence. The noise was hallow bouncing off the walls of the condominium and echoing slightly. A figure in the bed moved slightly and an arm shot out from under the covers and hit the alarm clock. A deep sigh could be heard as the piercing sound went dead.
A man got up from underneath the covers slowly and stood up, wearing only his boxers. Making his way to the bathroom a little down the hall, the door closed and silence fell on the condominium again. Only to be broken a couple seconds later with water pouring into the sink followed by some loud splashing. A moment’s silence followed again by the sound of water running but this time from the shower.
A couple minutes later the door to the bathroom opened causing a cloud of steam to emanate. The man followed shortly with a towel around his waist, he headed towards the bright living room.
Stopping right in front of the window, the world had greeted the man, a cold blustery day with a savage snow storm raging outside. "Shit" the man mumbled in a hoarse voice. Turning quickly he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on as he headed for the small kitchen adjacent to the living room. Dropping the remote on the kitchen table he grabbed the phone off the wall and punched in a phone number and headed towards the coffee maker.
"Yes, I'll hold"
He poured some fresh coffee grounds into the machine along with some water.
"I'm calling to find out about a flight" his voice clearing quite a bit as he woke up a bit more, "Flight 492 to Las Vegas, no it’s a private jet, yeah my name is Jack Fields."
"Its on time still? Even in this weather?... Thank you"
The second that he put down the receiver of the phone, its shrill ring sang out almost instantly. He quickly snatched it up while trying to balance the half brewed pot of coffee.
"Hello? Figured it’d be you"
"Yeah I’ve looked outside lately?"
Jack suppressed a grin as the panicked voice of his best friend filled his ear.
"Dillon, relax - we're still on. I called the airport. Just be ready for 8:30 - I'll see you there."
He hung up the phone and glanced around, poured himself a mug of coffee and took a sip. One of these days he'd really have to think about buying some furniture. He'd been living in the condo for over six months now but it looked like he just moved in yesterday.
Proceeding back to the bathroom to shave, he glanced in the mirror, his dark, tanned features looking back at him. He smiled. Being one of the best freelance writers in the business certainly did have its perks. Two days ago he was in sunny California doing a piece on an up and coming rock group for Thrash Magazine.
He ran a hand through his thick dark hair, his tired green eyes looking back at him. When the opportunity came up to do Vegas, he jumped at the chance. It was an exclusive interview with Heavyweight Champion Lance Jordan, before his highly publicized fight with Jake Tyler at the MGM Grand. Jordan's people had specifically requested that he personally do the interview. The gig would pay him well. After the job, he'd have a few days for a bit of R & R. Let's face it, work had been keeping him pretty busy since his split with Caitlin, but lately he's been feeling down, he needed a bit of a break. Luckily for him, Dillon was more than happy to accompany him on this quest. If there was anyone who could pull him out of this mood it was Dillon. Practically everything they did together turned into an adventure. Dillon had those good looks and charm that women found irresistible, unlike Jack, who, although he possessed the same good looks, his shyness around women usually caused him to fade into the background next to Dillon's charisma. The mini vacation would be a welcome one.
But taking a break wasn't the only reason that Vegas so appealing. Fact was, if Dillon knew the real reason why Jack was going in the first place, he would never have allowed him on the plane.