Chapter 7

“Just let him take it. All of his books are on it. Nothing of yours.”

Jordan’s dark gaze narrowed on Dustin. “Fine, take the damn thing. Take whatever and get the fuck out of my house.”

“I’ll-I’ll pay you for it if you want,” Malcolm offered. He had walked around both him and Jordan togo pick up the duffel bag. His skin was flushed red. “And the car.”

Dusty ached to pull his friend into his arms and tell him everything would be all right. But they were only friends. He couldn’t make the pain of Jordan’s betrayal any less.

“Whatever. You will be back, querido. You cannot make it out there by yourself. Or with him.” The man’s lips turned into a sort of Elvis snarl and for a moment Dusty thought Jordan might spit on him. “He is nothing. A waiter? Bah! We both know you need me to take care of you. But go and pretend if you must. You will be here be back before New Year’s Day begging me to take you.”