When he finished outlining his plan, Jay looked to Hunter for a response. “It…it almost sounds too good to be true. Jay, I don’t mean to doubt you, but I know next to nothing about what’s a good investment and what’s a bad one. Have you checked this all out?”
Jay’s dark eyes flashed. He stared at the remains of their breakfast, his mouth turning down in a frown. Silence reigned at the table for a good five minutes. Hunter wished he could take back his question.
“Hey, what’s the matter?”
Jay looked up at him. “Nothing. I just assumed if you wanted to live with me, you trusted me. You know? I think that’s a bedrock of any relationship—trust. And it’s apparent you’re not too willing, yet, to put your faith in me. I mean, I can understand. We haven’t really known each other that long. But still…” He paused, gaze roaming the room, and sighed. “You don’t even give me the credit to think I could manage our money.”