“Oh I know, thoroughly melodramatic. But the explosion made me re-examine a lot
of things.”
Patrick stared
at him. His fingers itched to touch, but he was even more fascinated by the
fierce sparkle in Lee’s eyes. Hadn’t he ever noticed that gleam of determination
before? “Honestly? I just want you to sort everything out so you’re happy.”
“And what about
you?”
“Me? I don’t
matter.”
Lee’s sparkle
grew even fiercer. “You see? You area stupid arse. Of course you
matter. But thank you. For all you’ve done, for all you’ve been to me.”
God. That sounded so final.
And, by the way, what did Lee want to ask Bryan? Something about mortgages?
Rental deposits? In other words, asking help to afford a new place, away from London? Patrick’s fear returned: it was a struggle now to keep his voice steady. “So
you’ve been looking at new properties?”
Lee nodded
slowly. “For a couple of hours yesterday afternoon. Dad and I looked at a new