On the third day after Hayden fled the hotel, Rick showed up at his apartment with two huge duffel bags.
“What are you doing?” Hayden asked.
“Did you pay your rent?”
“You know—”
“Good. I told the guys I was moving and didn’t give them my part of the rent. They were perturbed but not surprised since I spend as much time here anyway. That’ll cover this month. It’ll give you enough time to find a job, and then we can start looking for another place like we’ve talked about doing for a freaking year ‘cause this place is barely big enough for you, let alone us. If you don’t have a job by the end of the month…I don’t know. We’ll figure it out,”
“If I don’t get a job soon, I’m screwed. To make up the money I need, I have to get a conventional loan, and no one is going to give me that without
