“So to what do I owe this visit?”
I looked at Clay as he sat across from me in his downtown apartment. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a gray Cubs T-shirt. After my conversation with Gary the night before, I’d called Clay and asked if I could see him so we could talk.
“Is Dean here?” I asked, giving the living room a quick scan.
“Yeah. He’s locked in the bathroom,” he deadpanned. “Of course, he’s not here. I told him to stay away because my ex-boyfriend wanted to speak with me tonight.”
“And he didn’t have a problem with that?”
“No. Why would he? Are you planning to try and seduce me or something?”
He raised an eyebrow, and I rolled my eyes.
“You wish.”
Clay laughed and asked if I wanted a beer. I declined and asked for a Diet Coke instead. I’d been drinking far too much late
