Chapter 7Still at breakfast, Dan admired his friend across the table. Since it was Sunday, they’d slept in. Though he’d pulled on sweatpants and a tee, Casey looked tousled. Dan wished they could climb back into bed. Together.
The thought of Casey in bed made him push the point, though he knew he shouldn’t.
“You’ve been seeing a lot of Seth.”
“I said, don’t go there!”
“I’m not asking about how the s*x was. Just whether you’ve been spending time with him.”
“You aren’t jealous, are you, Cool?”
“Of Seth? No way! I just wondered about him. He’s been nice to me, but don’t you think he’s a little creepy?”
“No. Why would you ask that?”
“He, um, asks a lot of very personal questions. A lot. Very personal. I think he should be a shrink instead of a photographer.”
“Oh! Yeah, he’s pretty dir
