Chapter 6
Tom
Tom didn’t want to be nosy. Okay, that wasn’t true. He had questions which could be taken as nosiness, but it pissed him off when other people pried in his business, so he aimed not to be a tactless jerk about his curiosity.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Technically, you just did,” said Alex, gaze still on his laptop screen. He’d been browsing stock images since finishing lunch, and Tom didn’t know how he wasn’t giving himself eye strain.
“Smartass. I meant something personal.”
Alex looked up and out the window for a moment, as though he needed to consult the waning sleet. “You can ask. I reserve the right not to answer.”
“Fair enough. Do you know why you worry so much?” When Alex frowned, he hastened to add, “It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me.”
He’d understand if
