“I asked you a question,” Tim said the second Derek closed the door.
“Actually you asked two questions, and quite frankly, I’m not going to answer either of them. It’s none of your business what I do in my spare time.”
“On a Monday night, you’re supposed to be home.”
Derek cocked an eyebrow. “Are you telling me how to run my life?”
“Well…” Tim backed down, replying, “I worry about you.”
“And I appreciate that. But you won’t have to anymore.” Derek felt like a heel at the moment he said that. Tim was a nice man, but not his man. Not anymore.
“Are you saying you’re breaking up with me?” Tim asked, looking both angry and distraught.
Derek nodded. “I’m sorry, but I don’t need a keeper and you seem to be trying to make yourself into that. I like you. We’ve had some fun times, but I think we should both move on.”
“You have to be kidding. I thought we had something going on between us—something more than just ‘fun times’, to use your words.”