Chapter 14

The roommates were in the kitchen. Mazie was making dinner, and Br’er sat at the table, fooling with his smartphone. Mickey sat at Mazie’s feet, monitoring her every move.

“But you said he’s married. Did he give you the old ‘My wife doesn’t understand me’,” line?” Mazie asked as she stirred the marinara.

“No, he didn’t. In fact, he hasn’t mentioned her at all.”

“So, what do you guys do?” Mazie asked, glancing over her shoulder at Br’er.

Br’er cocked his head and waggled his eyebrows.

“Oh! For God’s sake, I don’t mean that, you pervert. I mean like, do you go to dinner, movies?”

“No, we usually stay in our hotel room. We do carry-out for dinner.”

Mickey gave an impatient yip, and Mazie dropped a bit of spaghetti on the floor for him.

“Is that going to be the extent of your relationship? Holed up in some cheap hotel all the time?”