“Tricky?” Alex whispered. “Tricky? It’s a disaster. Is there another way out of the apartment?”
“No. Just the one door.”
“That’s crazy. What do you do if there’s a fire?”
“I guess we burn. You’d better get dressed. We’ll figure something out.”
Alex sprang off the bed and started to put on his shirt and shoes. Oh hell and damnation, his jacket and cap were out in the living room. Kathleen would see them and know they weren’t Sean’s. She’d know he had a man in here.
“You must bring men home,” he said to Sean, who was moving more slowly, putting clothes on. “She must be used to the idea of you having guys in your room.”
“Not senior management guys. And I don’t usually bring men back when she’s here.”
“She does know you’re gay?” Alex asked.
“Of course she knows. She doesn’t like it muc
