“Your mother?” Rob asked.
“What?” Lee sounded startled.
“Was it your mother you hid from, kept quiet because of?”
“No.” Lee shook his head. “I left home a long time ago, long before I had…sex.” Another light flush washed over his face. “My mother’s…dead.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Rob said. “And you said you didn’t know your father?”
“No.”
“Never thought of finding him?”
“What is this? An inquisition?”
The abrupt change brought “I’m sorry,” to Rob’s lips before he had time to think about it. He was, sorry. No need to pry, but it hurt a little when Lee failed to volunteer information. “I didn’t mean to wander off the subject like that.”
“That’s okay. I mean…I’m in your house.” Lee dipped his gaze. “I’ve been in your bed. You have a right to want to know more about me.”
“It’s not idle curiosity.” Rob gave Lee a smile. “I’d like to get to know you better—if you’d like that, too, if you’ll let me.”