Reaper’s mouth goes into a straight line, like he’s trying not to laugh, but his eyes give him away. “What are you trying to say?”
“I thought he was celibate.” I had no other explanation.
He barks out a chuckle, making his chest shake. “No, he’s not celibate, far from it.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. He got angry when Grace touched him.”
“You’re correct. He doesn’t sleep with sweet butts. The woman you saw going into his room is an escort.”
My face scrunches. “Why would he pay for it when he can get it for free?”
“No attachments.”
I frown, taking a moment to think before I respond. “He never wants to find a partner?”
“No.”
“But why?”
He raises a brow and the corner of his lip curves. “Why do you want to know?”
“Surely, he doesn’t really want to be alone forever, does he?” I’d like t
