Chapter 163

“Classic closet case.” Lawrence winked then turned his head toward the scurrying man-with-briefcase.

“Honestly, it’s a wonder you haven’t been lynched.”

“Leave it hanging, I say.”

“Oh for…” Jay shook his head. He loved the bloke—Lawrence was such a law unto himself he was difficult not to love—but Jay had never tried to talk seriously to him before and now knew why. “Can you be sincere for five minutes?”

“Never tried. You should see me at funerals.” Lawrence took another bite of doughnut then said something like, “Foo tink Dink feeing zum fun?”

Jay shook his head. Lawrence swallowed, his eyes bulging. He took more time, mouth working as he sipped his drink, trying to wash down his food, until he finally cleared his mouth. “Goodness. Can’t say when I last tried to get something that big down.” He didn’t wait to see whether he’d made Jay laugh. “I said, do you think Dean is seeing someone?”

“No.”

“So you really have no idea what’s bothering him?”