Chapter 6

And now, he was once again aware he was alone in his semi-dark lonely house. He was starting to consider the horrors of a dating service.

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Travis, sitting behind his desk the next morning, handed the bills as well as the promotion letter to Barnaby Lassiter, his young admin assistant. Barnaby had been standing next to his desk for several minutes, fidgeting. He doubted the younger man knew how to stand still.

Barnaby shifted from one foot to the other and back again and then popped his gum. “Is that it?”

Travis looked up, noticing for the first time the plum blush Barnaby had splashed across his normally pale white cheeks and the matching plum lip gloss lining his lips. And then, of course, there was the eyeliner. He blinked. The dyed blond hair looked freshly done and a new salon style to it.

He cleared his throat. “Weren’t you sick yesterday?”

“Uh-huh.”

Travis gestured to Barnaby’s hair.

“Just cause I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t need to look good, boss man.”