“You don’t look very rested for a man who was on vacation.”
I hadn’t had a full-time housekeeper since Theresa left. Anne was one in a rotation of four who came by two days a week. I hardly saw any of them. She was there quite late.
“You want a cup of coffee?” she asked. “Or something more soothing, since it’s closer to bedtime?”
“I can do coffee.” I stood. “If you’ll join me.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
We headed for the kitchen.
“Sit.” I pulled out a tall country French chair that matched all the white and steel gray. “Relax. Just to chat.”
Anne paused a moment, squatting over the seat.
“I mean, I’m gay, just in case there weren’t enough hints—embarrassing and otherwise—scattered around my house to let you know that. I’m not trying to…get with you or anything.”
I cringed. Anne laughe
