Chapter 7

He certainly understood about that.

Whenever Thomas joined Andre and Amy, his regard became an invisible fourth person. He’d brought in his suitcase, and then he’d paused on the threshold of Andre’s bedroom, simply staring inside at the neatly made bed. Andre hadn’t touched anything since moving in—it was easier to leave when he left nothing behind—but the way Thomas assessed the small space made him want to rush back and defend it. The emotion was a new one, or rather, an old one found fresh form, and he stifled it by leaving the house entirely, using the trash as an excuse to flee Thomas’s presence.

When he returned, the entry to the bedroom was empty. Thomas emerged from the tiny guest room off the kitchen and nodded at Andre before finding a seat next to Amy on the couch.