Chapter 62

“Piss off. This is about you, not me. And when I find out what’s going on with you, he’ll know. I don’t let my friends get fucked over.”

Anton jutted out his chin. “My life’s my business. What makes you think he doesn’t already know?”

Walsh snorted. “Because he runs at the mouth and would have told us.”

Something in Anton’s chest jumped in victory—because, of course, Jude hadn’t. “Maybe he just doesn’t want to tell you every little detail about our relationship.”

Walsh snarled—and then there were footsteps on the stairs, and Jude flopped back onto the sofa, burying his toes under Anton’s thigh and reaching for his phone on the table. “What’s got you wound up?”

“Walsh reckons there’s something weird about your boyfriend,” Larimer said conversationally.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Reckons Anton’s hiding something.”

Jude snorted. “Yeah, there’s a couple of things.” Anton grimaced. “Seriously, you should see his room. He actually owns Chaucer.”