"Uh…" Terry didn't really have a good response for that.
He turned and went into the bathroom where he remembered undressing the night before. It made his skin crawl to put his dirty, bloody uniform back on, but what other choice did he have? He had no idea where his stuff was.
By the time he got back to the bedroom, Dan was dressed.
Too bad.
Terry glanced at his watch. "It's before ten. Keith should still be sleeping." He knew he had a wicked smile on his face when he looked up by the surprise he saw in Dan's green eyes. "Why don't we go wake him up?"
"I'm game if you are."
Terry made sure he had the rental contract with him as he walked out of his bedroom. He walked down the hallway to the room he had rented to Keith a year ago. Hector Cruz rented another bedroom, leaving just one bedroom unoccupied, and Terry refused to rent out the bedroom that had belonged to his parents.
There were two more bedrooms, but one was filled with family mementoes and furniture Terry didn't want used by people who couldn't appreciate them. The other one had been turned into a weight room.
He hadn't wanted to share his family home with anyone, but the mortgage payment and taxes on the large Victorian house were more than he could cover on his salary alone. The insurance from when his parents died didn't cover what was still owed on the place. Granted, it had take a large chunk out of it, but not all of it. Renting out rooms seemed like the way to go.
Now, he wasn't so sure.
Trying to be polite, Terry knocked on Keith's door instead of kicking it in like he truly wanted to do. When he received no answer, he knocked again.
Nothing.
"He's in the living room," Hector said as he stepped out of his room. His long black hair was frazzled as if he had been woken up. "He's got a couple of his friends over." The way Hector's upper lip curled up when he said that did not bode well.
"Who is it?" Terry asked.
"Doug and Gill."
Terry dropped his head back to stare up at the ceiling.Crap. Could my day get any worse?
He couldn't very well banish Doug and Gill from visiting Keith, but he'd thought about it several times. The two men were pretty much useless. Neither of them could hold down a job for longer than a minute. They both lived at home with their parents when they weren't mooching off of other people. They had tried that once with Terry. He'd allowed it for about two days before kicking them to the curb.
He was no one's sugar daddy.
Hell, they weren't even gay. They skated the line between being polite and homophobic, but nothing they ever did was outright rude. Terry just couldn't get past the knot in his gut every time they were around.
Terry glanced at Dan. "You have that gun handy?"
Dan's eyebrows rose. "It's in the nightstand. I can get it if you think I'll need it."
"You might."
"Trouble?"
"Not yet." And Terry really hoped there wouldn't be, but he wouldn't bet on it, especially not when he wanted to rip Keith's head off. He had no right to rent out his bedroom, or any room in Terry's house. Keith was a tenant, not the landlord.
Terry tried not to storm down the hallway, but it took every ounce of his control. When he stepped into the living room, he knew Hector had been right. Keith was sitting on the couch playing video games with his buddies.
Freaking perfect.
"Keith, can I speak with you?"
The man didn't even acknowledge that Terry had spoken.
"Keith," Terry said a little louder. "I need to speak with you."
Terry's eyes narrowed when Doug glanced over at him and chuckled. He could see that Keith was playing with him, and his friends were getting off on it.
