Chapter 3
“So, how are things with you and Darren?”
Chris had forced me to have dinner with him one evening after I’d turned down every invitation he’d made to meet up for the past few months. Ever since Darren and I started seeing each other, I’d been brushing Chris—and everyone else—off.
“Things are pretty great,” I told Chris. “I like Darren a lot.”
“A lot? Stop lying, Mark. You look practically enraptured just saying the man’s name. No wonder you’ve been dodging me for the past few weeks. You’ve been shacked up with the coach.”
“We’re not shacked up.”
“Okay, so when is he moving in?”
I laughed. “I don’t know, but he does have keys to my place.”
“How often does he stay over?”
“Most weekends and sometimes during the week.”
“What’s the holdup? Are you afraid of having someone in
