Chapter 23

Martin chuckled. “This spooky shit is amazing. I had the exact same thing for breakfast. Since you’re so psychically connected to me, I bet you know what’s going to happen when you walk through the front door.”

“Don’t have to be psychic, or a genius, to know you think with your dick. Just don’t start without me. I hate sloppy seconds.” He grinned at a mental image that formed.

“I’m going to chat with Agnes. See you in a bit. Love you.” The words sounded strange coming from Martin’s lips. He never said that to another man in this context before.

“I love you, as well, my handsome Martin. See you soon.” It sounded so easy coming from Anthony’s mouth. Well, obviously the man had years of practice.

Martin strolled out back with his coffee, listening for the familiar voice of his elderly neighbour. He smiled when he heard her.