Chapter 9

“I’m not just a pretty face.”

“You’re definitely that, too.” Win hesitated. “Um, but, Randy.”

“Hmm?”

“About coming over.”

Randy frowned. “You don’t want me to?”

“Oh, I do. It’s, um, Gran.”

“Aw.” Randy laughed. “I’ll be quiet.”

Win really did like the idea of being with Randy. He could stay, but, well, he didn’t want to worry Gran either. “Well, okay.”

They stepped out of Randy’s bedroom and headed down the hall into the living room. Randy stopped at an oak console table set against the wall and picked up a pen lying next to a lined notepad. He scribbled something on it.

“There, all set.”

Win reminded himself as he again thought maybe it was vaguely odd to be moving from one condo to the next in the middle of the night with Randy, but then Randy was a different sort of guy than any he’d really been with before. He had really thought he’d just get up and leave, not that Randy would move, too.