Chapter 47

“You’ll want to use Olivia’s and my bathroom, theirs is smaller. Olivia is up really early, and I usually head out for work around nine or nine-thirty.”

Cujo nodded as he followed Tristan. “That sofa in the living room is a sleeper?”

“Yes. Sebastian put fresh sheets on it last night. Got extra towels for you in our bathroom.”

Cujo studied the two bedrooms separated by the shared bathroom.

“This one’s mine.” Tristan’s room had a double bed and stacks of magazines piled in one corner. “Fashion magazines. That’s my Achilles heel. I keep issues and issues of them, until I’m forced to get rid of them.”

Cujo’s mouth formed a slight O before he said anything. “Not judging. Definitely not.”

Keys dropped outside the apartment door. Tristan cocked his head. “Must be Sebastian,” Tristan said.

Cujo opened the door, bro-hugged Sebastian, and grabbed a grocery bag from Sebastian. “Hey!” Sebastian hadn’t changed. Same haircut, same friendly attitude. Like nothing ever bothered him.