Chapitre 95: Chapter 95

“But weren’t you in public relations?”

Shit! That was what I’d told Jack. Who’d have thought—”I had some decent accounts and managed to put together a sizeable down payment.” I really wasn’t a good liar; I’d get back to the truth. “This house was not only in foreclosure, but it was also in need of a good deal of repair, so we got it at an excellent price.”

“‘We’?”

“My friend Paul and I.” I saw no need to tell him about the other boys.

“I see.” His eyes grew hooded.

“I’m not sure that you do. Paul was and is a very good friend, but he and I were never lovers.”

“Thank you for clarifying that. I did wonder. Paul no longer lives here?”

“No. He’s a California boy, and he grew homesick. I bought out his share. That was just before Wills moved in.”

“I’d like to see the apartment now.” The corner of his mouth curled up in a smile, and I caught my breath. The smile faded into a frown. “Something wrong?”