“Have you at least travelled?”
Dane laughed. “Oh, yeah, I’ve definitely travelled. Wherever Aunt Beatrice went, I tagged along.” He looked up at the cornice, thinking. “I’ve been to Europe three times. Egypt. South-east Asia. New Zealand twice. Oh, and Kenya. India. I might be forgetting one or two places, but the point is, I might not have partied much, but at least I can say I’ve travelled.”
“I’ve only been to Sydney and Bali.”
Dane laughed again. “Well, you beat me in the party stakes.”
As the afternoon light continued to fade, Ryan suggested they go for a swim.
“Oh, no, not me,” said Dane. “You go. I’ll watch.”
Ryan stood. “Come on. It’s no fun watching.” He reached for Dane’s hand, then pulled back, as if suddenly remembering their relationship was employer and employee, not friends. “You don’t mind if I go?” said Ryan, turning to leave.
“Why should I mind? I told you before, you can use the pool whenever you want.”