Chapter 56

“The bathroom’s there, if you need it,” Russell said, pointed to a white wooden door.

Reggie looked around; he liked the room. He liked every inch of Russell’s house, actually. He put the bag on a trunk at the end of the bed.

“Rest for as long you want,” Russell told him. “When you get up, I’ll be downstairs. I might pop out to the market.”

Reggie blinked, puzzled.

“There are quite a few farmers’ markets here in Wimbledon,” Russell explained. “I’ll buy something fresh to cook tonight.”

Jesus. Russell cooking for him. All these pleasures, all this attention…it must be a trick. He was in seventh heaven. The attention was better than nothing. He’d been hurt once already and didn’t want to repeat the experience.

Russell interpreted his shock like skepticism. “If you prefer to eat out, I can get us reservations—”

“No, no,” Reggie interrupted. “I’d love to see you cook.”

His face heated up again. It was impossible to stop it. He did his best, but he couldn’t.