Chapter 5

Kyle blew out a breath and pushed the now-empty plate out of his way. He patted his stomach but instantly regretted it when he touched a tender spot from being kicked. “That was good.”

Dave stood, carried the plate into the kitchen, and set it in the sink. Then he returned to his seat. “Where are you from, Kyle?”

Kyle tensed. Okay, this was exactly what he didn’t want to talk about.

Dave held up his hand. “What I mean is, I detect a slight accent.”

Kyle relaxed and shifted in his chair. “I was born in Ireland. We came to the states when I was ten. Of course the schools here immediately put me in speech classes to rid me of the strange way I talked.”

Dave smiled. “Not quite all of it though. It’s sex—nice. It’s nice.”

“Thanks.”

Dave hid his face behind his tea. “Did you want a cup of hot tea?”

“Nah, it’s cool. I’m more of a coffee drinker.”

Dave didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he put down his cup and stared at Kyle. “Are you running from a pimp?”