Off I go to Ethan’s apartment with a mop under my arm and a box of cleaners and supplies that I borrowed from Jeff. I enter the apartment and lock the door behind me. A gal can never be too careful.
I start with the dishes. He’s collected quite a bit of pots and pans and several plates. For a man who never cooks, he sure has a large number of dirty dishes. I spot two long stem glasses still half full of a dark cherry substance. I pick up one of the glasses and notice a smudge of crimson lipstick. I sniff the drink and pull back.
“Yup, it’s wine,” I mumble.
A little green sting all at once strikes. He’s dating! If he’s in a relationship with Jeff, then he’s cheating on my brother. If he is with a woman, that means my assumption is wrong, but on a positive note for me, he’s not gay. On a
