Chapter 4Dom didn’t question the deceit. “Ah.” Why would he?
“It is quite early, now,” Warwick said pointedly. “Isn’t it?” At least that part was true.
The solemn nod Dom offered indicated he might have just then realized the hour. “And you love Lawrence.” Maybe not.
“Yes.” Warwick had no idea why he’d said what he had. “Very much.” He knew why he said that. “I will always love Lawrence.”
“I can tell just by the way you say his name.”
“We should pick up your cans and bottles.” Warwick got down on his knees.
“You don’t have to trouble yourself with that,” Dom said.
“I don’t mind.” It was easier than thinking about Lawrence.
“Was there music when you met?” Dom joined Warwick down on the floor.
“Say again.”
He repeated the question. “Music?”
“When I met Lawrence, you mean?” Warwick
