Page 103 of But For You

“Okay. May I ask what was said when you guys parted that night?”

He grunted. “That was slick—or tried to be. Ask what you want to know.”

“Did you sleep with him?” This was the heart of the matter.

“Yes, I did.”

“And?”

“And there is no way in hell I’m telling you what went on in my bedroom.”

“You always tell,” I reminded him.

“Not this time.”

Not this time.

“You didn’t use to tell your pals about us.”

“What in the world does that⁠—”

“You didn’t,” I cut him off.

“And so?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“That’s ancient his⁠—”

“Why?” I pressed him.

“Because you were special.” He was matter-of-fact and annoyed at the same time.

“Did you tell anyone about Duncan?”

“You’re the only one who knows about me and the detective.”

Uh-huh.

“So, he knows who you are since you took him home with you.”

“Yes.”

“And how did that go?” This was getting good, and the digging was killing me.

“He’s in the closet. So am I. He liked that I got it. I appreciated that he did.”

“So, that part was perfect.”

“It was,” he agreed with me.

“Oh for crissakes, Aaron, you’re driving me nuts!” I yelled at him. “Do you want to see Duncan again or not?”

“I—”

“Aaron!”

“Fine! Yes, I want to see him! Why the hell do you think I want to go to New York?”