Page 37 of Two for Joy

“Yeah, I’m messed up.”

“You make messed up look perfect.”

“A compliment from a serial killer.”

“A bloody hot one.”

Chad laughed.

Romeo bit his lip, then whispered. “I missed you visiting.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah, those few weeks were hell.”

“I’m sorry, I needed to get my head together.”

“And it’s together?”

“Yeah, as much as it can be. I won’t miss a visit again.”

“Good, you’re all that gets me through the week.”

“And you’re all that gets me through mine.”

Romeo smiled so hard his cheeks ached. The uncharted territory of not wanting to kill someone was a minefield of surprises, and untapped emotions. He felt happy, relieved, and all he wanted to do was reach for Chad and tug him into a bruising kiss, back him up to the wall and touch him everywhere.

He was getting hard just thinking about it.

“I met Holly Stevenson.” Chad said, stopping Romeo’s fantasy.

“Yeah?”

“Well, I say met … she was waiting in the carpark when I arrived.”

“What?”

“I have the distinct feeling she hates my guts.”

“Why do you say that?”

“She told me so. Warned me off you.”

Romeo gawped. “What?”

“Yeah…”

“I’ll have a word with her.”

“And I’m pretty sure I saw her car parked outside my apartment a few days ago...”

“You sure?”

Chad nodded. “Yeah. You said she was in love with you—”

“I said she thinks she is.”

“It’s a bit obsessive waiting for me in the carpark, following me home. It’s stalkerish.”

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