Chapter 7

“No problem. Your house, your rules.”

Martin clapped him on the back as he guided him toward the bedroom. “You have no idea how nice it is to be able to hear you say that in at least one place.”

Paul smiled. He needed this. He needed to blow off a little steam, have some fun, and indulge his needs. By the time he left Martin’s house, he’d have a better view of the world. Even if Jack Wells was still in it. 3