Chapter 91

“I think you just like watching your boyfriend do heavy lifting,” Christian grumbled. “You spent half of last weekend drooling over his biceps, that’s for sure. Hey, yeah, did I mention this is the second weekend in a row that I get to spend doing manual labor?”

“You’ve guessed my secret,” Julian said, smiling. He brushed a kiss against the bunched muscles of Rafi’s shoulder as he passed, scooting ahead to open the bedroom door. “Or maybe I think the manual labor will be good for you. Build character.”

“I’m an actor. I have character. I make a living from having character.” Christian stepped into his new bedroom and turned in a circle, looking woebegone. “This stupid room gets smaller every time I look at it.”

“Yes, I put the walls on tracks for precisely that effect. One morning you’ll wake up with the doorknob up your nose.” Julian set his box down in a corner.

“Your place is almost as small as Tasha’s.Why on God’s green earth did Aaron want to move into that golf divot?”