Chapter 62

Suddenly Lewis finds the papers on his desk immensely interesting, and he shuffles through them so he doesn’t have to meet Paul’s steady gaze. “So what do you want to talk about? Adam? Don’t tell me he’s come back.”

“Why did you tell him about Scotty?” Paul asks.

Lewis jerks suddenly, his hand hitting a pencil cup that tumbles over to spill pens and paper clips across the desk. A thick black marker rolls off onto the floor and comes to a stop by Paul’s shoe. “I didn’t—”

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” Paul feels anger rise within him and struggles to tamp it down. “I don’t know what the fuck’s your problem, Lew, but you haven’t liked Adam since day one. So he has an attitude. So he plays the diva. The boy has talent,you can’t deny that, so let him have his moment in the spotlight, will you? Why can’t you just let him enjoy this?”