Page 67 of Key Change

“I’m just as pissed as you,” he assured the irritated feline before setting him on the floor.

He stripped the bed, putting the sheets in the washing machine before making coffee. He fed Snap, and himself, changed for the gym, and was remaking the bed, with Snap’s help, when Dahlia got back to him.

Yes, go ahead.

What kind of answer was that? Was she not going to share anything? He wanted to know the color of the ducks she had in a row. He was assuming they were ducks… they might be swans, or something else.

Anything you want to share?

No. I don’t think there will be any blowback. He’s going to have his own ethical problems.

Cillian read the message twice, not entirely sure what she meant, only that Hayden must have done enough to get himself into trouble, and she had the evidence.

He finished making the bed, only needing to put Snap on the floor twice, before steeling himself to make the call. What should he say? How should he say it? He paced, waiting for someone to pick up.

The receptionist answered. “Hello. Thank you for calling Mr. Smith’s office. How may I help you?”

“This is Cillian Fraser, returning Mr. Smith’s call.”

“Just a moment.” Hold music played.

The washing machine finished, so he put the phone on speaker and pulled out the bedding to elaborately drape over the clothes airer, and two dining chairs.

Sure, he could toss it into the tumble dryer, but it was warm enough that it would dry during the day.

“Mr. Fraser, I’m glad we could connect.”

Cillian scowled at the bullshit. “What’s this regarding?”

“You are a friend of Bianca Wright and Hayden Davidson?”

“I only know Hayden because of Bianca.”

The lawyer was silent for a moment. “Would you be willing to write a statement regarding Biana and her relationship with my client?”

“Sure.” His heartbeat was loud enough that Mr. Smith must be able to hear it.

“Specifically regarding her infidelities.”

Cillian drew in a breath. “I don’t know of any.”

“But you were close to Bianca?”

Had he been? Or had they moved in the same circles and liked each other well enough to say they were friends? “Not really.”

“You did a series of performances with her.”

“Yes. I do performances with lots of people and so does she. It’s our job.”

“You spent a lot of time with her while she was with my client.”

“That tends to happen when you’re working together. If you are insinuating I had an affair with her, you’re chasing the wrong man. I’m a gold star gay.” He hoped Mr. Smith squirmed.

“A what?”

Cillian smirked. “I have never been attracted to women or slept with one.”

“Oh.”

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