Shaun took things slowly, knowing he had to if he didn’t want to frighten Ryan away. As winter turned to spring, they spent as much time together as they could, considering Shaun’s job and the fact Ryan was going to be part of two more shows in the offing—one at First Street, the other at Paladian Gallery.
One morning in late February, Shaun asked Ryan if he had considered getting his own apartment, since he could afford it now.
“I’ve thought about it, but why? I like it here. I have my studio, a room of my own, and meals. Plus, there are people here I like. They’ve become friends, especially Miss Gina.” He chuckled. “Okay, she’s more of a mother figure, which is good, since I don’t have one of my own anymore.”
“Okay. I can understand where you’re coming from. I guess I wondered if you
