“Is there something wrong?” Ezra had finished restocking his cabinet for the next morning, and now was searching for the key Adam would have sworn he’d misplaced a hundred times before. “You’ve been quiet all day.”
Had he?
“All good.” He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Sebastian, about the crypt, and Sebastian’s mood when they’d parted. He wished he’d been brave enough to ask to come back to his place. Or maybe he could have asked Sebastian inside. Remy would have slept on the couch if Adam had asked. “I guess I’ve been preoccupied.”
It was an understatement.
“Yes! Found it!” Ezra pulled the display case key out of his pocket and held it up, triumphant. “Oh, s**t. I forgot to tell you, someone came in looking for you.”
“Today?” Adam stopped folding clothing. “When?”
“Yeah, yo
