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20 I ’m so shocked to see them that I simply stand frozen in the doorway for a moment, staring. The weirdest thing? Neither one turns to look at me. I made plenty of noise opening the door, but I might as well be invisible for the lack of attention I get. James and Chris don’t break eye contact as they face off in silence on either side of the coffee table. Chris is in a gorgeous bespoke gray suit, white dress shirt open at the collar, no tie. James is casual in head-to-toe black: a fitted crew neck T-shirt that showcases the astounding architecture of his upper body and a pair of jeans with combat boots. He’s wearing the leather cuff around his left wrist again, the one he had on the first time I saw him at the café, and an expression I can only describe as eerie. Where Chris is a
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