It was late on Sunday, and Adam lay in the grass of the courtyard, enjoying the stars of a night sky not darkened by clouds. Charlie sat cross-legged next to him, stroking Caspian’s cat Matthew.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“About the brothel?” Adam laughed. “What’s there to say? We both know that the job has an expiration date.”
“It’s all the more reason to take Caspian up on the offer.”
“I know, but I have the guys to consider. And there’s something else.” Adam rolled over onto his stomach and took a deep breath. “I ran into someone a few days ago. And I’m being the biggest idiot.”
Charlie’s brows knit. “Who? If you say—”
“Sebastian.”
That stopped Charlie mid-sentence, and for a moment he looked relieved. “Really? You’re seeing Sebastian?”
“What?” Just the thought made Adam’s pulse
