“We’re frien –”
“Ex-cellmates,” Thomas interrupted.
“Oh…and how long will you be staying with Thomas?” Carly asked.
“Erm.” Scott bit his lip. “I’m not sure. It depends on how long he’ll let me.”
Thomas folded his arms. “Have they given you an estimated time of when the work will be completed?”
“No, but…I reckon it’ll take about a month.”
“A month!” Thomas shook his head. “Jesus, Scott! What the hell had you eaten?”
Scott narrowed his eyes. “I told you; it wasn’t me. It was somebody else.”
“Don’t let random people defecate in your facilities.”
“I didn’t –”
“Will you be staying the whole month?” Carly asked, slicing right through the start of their argument.
“I…I don’t know.” Scott swallowed and looked up at Thomas through his lashes. “It’s up to you.”
Thomas ground his teeth loud enough for Scott to hear. “You can stay, but you can’t invite anyone over. This is my home, not a brothel, and I’d like it to stay that way.”
“I’d never bring a client to your home, Thomas.”
“Client?” Jay asked.
“Scott is an escort.”
Scott stiffened, bracing himself for Carly and Jay’s reaction.
“How lovely…” Carly said, shooting Scott a smile.
“No, not lovely,” Thomas mumbled.
“How much do you charge an hour?” Jay asked, cocking his head to one side.
Thomas widened his eyes. “You sleep with one of my chefs and you’re gone, andhe’sfired.”
Jay held up his hands in surrender.
“What if he sleeps withbothof the chefs?” Carly asked before cackling like a drunk witch.
Scott found himself snorting along with her.
She shoved Thomas, who didn’t budge an inch.
Thomas’s brow crashed down over his eyes. “Actually, I’ll make an exception…”
“For which one of us?” Carly asked, pointing her thumb at Jay.
She started laughing again.
“Neither of you. Scott. Your sister can come over. She’s the only person you’re allowed to bring to my home.”
Scott kept his face beautifully blank. “She lives in Scotland, so the chances of her visiting are slim.”
