Chapter 27

He couldn’t even remember what he’d said outside, only that it had been intimate. Andre didn’t seem fazed by it, though. “I guess it was stupid of me to be worried.” He grimaced. “Almost as stupid as me sitting here asking you questions when you don’t even have your pad.”

Andre pointed past him, directing Thomas’s gaze to the nightstand. On it was another notepad, with a stub of a pencil shoved into the slightly bent coils. Thomas passed it over and waited as Andre wrote out a note.

Are you kicking me out?

Thomas frowned. Why did Andre always assume the worst? “Are you dangerous?” When Andre shook his head, he shrugged. “Then nothing has to change.” He tried to make a joke of it. “Besides, I’d look like an asshole for getting rid of you since I’m guessing nobody else knows about this.” Another shake confirmed it.