CARLY LETS HERSELF into Victor’s house with her key. She feels weird about the fact that she, in addition to Liam, has keys to Victor’s house. Any time she’s raised the subject, though, Victor says that he resents interruptions so intensely that he’d rather trust them than have to bother with the door when they come over.
“Okay, we need to talk,” Carly calls as she nudges the door closed with her foot and makes her way to the kitchen. Victor nods at her from the stove where he’s making omelets.
“About?” he asks blandly. He crumbles cheese into one of the pans. Carly kisses Liam hello where he’s sitting at the bar that divides the kitchen from the next room, his bare feet hooked on the crossbar of the stool.
“I just got off the phone with Paul. What the f**k is going on with him and Alex
