Chapter 7

Darren helped him take out the sofa, a dresser, and the small kitchen table, replying as he did, “If he isn’t, he isn’t. Jesse, in case you haven’t gotten it, I’m not in the market for a housemate once you’re gone. Even if I was, and if I found him interesting, and vice versa, he lives here because he owns the building so—” he looked hard at his son as they carried the sofa into the lobby, “—he’s out as a housemate. Yeah, maybe I’ll date, if I find someone who might be interested. That might not happen. I’m well past dating age, and I’m a cop. Not exactly the greatest combination.” He smiled wryly. “Ask Nigel about the cop part. That’s the reason things only lasted a few months.”

“Yeah, well Nigel was an idiot. The next guy you meet won’t be. You’re older and wiser now.”

“Yep. Wise enough to know I won’t find someone for anything other than companionship for dinner or a movie.”

“Not with that attitude,” Jesse muttered.