Chapter 2Lee leaned against the frame of the open front doorway of Robert’s house, trying to adopt an air of nonchalance. Leaning felt wrong, as if he might leave a scuff mark or something, but how else could he look casual? How else to appear as though he took the five-bedroom London home in his stride? Why on earth did a bachelor need so many rooms?
“I know what you’re thinking,” Robert said.
Lee blinked. He did?
“You’re wondering why I have such a large house.”
Fine, so Robert now read minds.
“I bought at the right time. It’s an investment. The property’s more than doubled in value in less than four years, despite the recent slump.”
“I’m not surprised,” Lee said, clueless, never having imagined the day he might buy his own home. The place he rented—although the best he’d lived in
