"Trey?" Art's voice cut into his reverie.

"What?" He gave himself a mental shake. "Oh, vacation. I don't know. I can't seem to work up the enthusiasm."

"Well, give it some thought, okay? We're just a little concerned for you." He paused. "You know we're all happy to take up the slack to give you whatever time you need."

He ground his teeth. "Worried I'll fall down on the job? Am I not pulling my weight?"

Art had the good grace to look a little embarrassed. ...