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I went home and tried to put the meeting with Connor out of my mind, but I kept worrying about it. We’d never been close, not even by rent boy standards. What could he want to talk to me about?
While Wills was in the utility room cleaning out the litter pan, I brought it up.
“Babe, I ran into a boy I used to know today.”
He paused and looked up at me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He wanted to meet me at the Ball Friday night.”
“I thought we weren’t going? Or did you want to go without me? It’s…it’s okay if you want to.”
“Is it?”
His shoulders slumped. “No. I’d hate it like hell, but…”
“Thanks, babe. For a second there I thought you were getting ready to brush me off.”
“As if.” He rose from his crouch.