Chapter 22

He’d hate having more than a taste of it, he was sure.

Sean looked surprised when he opened the door. He had a dish towel slung over his shoulder like he’d been cleaning everything up when Dane rang the doorbell.

“Some reason why you’re here?” he asked.

Dane grinned. So he was uneasy Dane knew where he lived.

“Finished eating. Figured we’d use my car—trunk’s already packed.”

“I’ll be right out,” said Sean.

He shut the door in Dane’s face, leaving him on the stoop to feel like a teen picking up his date. He scowled. Fuck that. He’d wait in the car.

When Sean emerged and locked the door, he was wearing a plain grey hoodie and jeans, very dull and casual, which had to be the point. He got in the passenger side and Dane waited for him to buckle up before turning toward him. Dane had to give him one more chance. It seemed the decent thing to do.

“Sure about this, professor? Once it’s burned, there’s no going back.”

“Sean.”