Someday. Did that mean Ethan might want to continue seeing him? Absurd, because Ethan had made his dislike of him clear enough. But how Ethan looked at him now, as if seeing him for the first time, made William want to confide in him.
“My dad,” William said, choking up on those two words. “He was murdered when I was a kid. They found his body floating in the Hudson.”
Ethan didn’t so much as blink at the news, but was it William’s imagination or did his features soften? A flash of tenderness not there before but now impossible to miss?
“He was a fuckup, too,” William added.
“You’re not a fuckup.”
William scoffed, fighting back a swell of emotions. “No, just a chip off the old block.”
“I mean it. You could plan jobs if you wanted to.”
“I’m not smart enough.”
“Bullshit,” Ethan said. “
