Chapter 3

“Rocco doesn’t work outside of his schedule. He won’t do it.”

Car winks at me. He shares that adorable smile again: all teeth, narrow lips, tiny wrinkles around his mouth. “Trust me. He owes me a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

How can I not know the details of Car’s life when he lives in the same house as I do? Are we this distant? Do we not share anything with each other? How close is he to Rocco Spar, one of the club’s regular dancers? Are they boyfriends? Have they slept together? What kind of past do they have that I don’t know about?

“You know Lock Sheldon?”

“I do.”

A nice guy. Married once. Has two sons in high school. Single now. Queer now. And he’s found his true self in the last year. A construction worker. Blue collar all the way. Sexy as hell. He’s looking for Mr. Right now that he’s divorced from Shannon Rae. Lock’s not the best dancer at the club, but he gives it a whirl. He holds his ground.