Chapter 18

“What is it? I promise I don’t have naked photos stashed at any ex’s place, honestly. It wouldn’t be out of the realm of things I might’ve done, mind you, but I never actually did anything involving pictures or video. Which surprises me, now that I’m thinking of it.”

“Not that. She’s in London. She’s coming here. Or I’m pretty sure.”

“Well,” Simon said, impressively calm about it, “we’ll have to find her photos fast. How’s your technological magic?”

“Just a few more seconds. Bedroom, do you think?”

“Possibly? More private, and also, well…if she likes my brother naked…”

“Don’t make me think about that!”

The bedroom held even more pink. And black. Walls, furniture, tasseled pillows. And an elaborately mirrored ceiling. Simon peeked up at himself. “I might understand the appeal. I could watch us that way, while I’m on my back…”

“We are not putting in a mirrored ceiling!”

“Perhaps I’ll buy a big mirror for near the bed, then. I’m running out of places to look.”