Page 91 of Lost Room Lawyer
“Good.” The answer surprised me, and I nodded. “It’s like a boulder has been lifted off my shoulder, and everything feels lighter. I see things differently now.”
“Really?” Dominic asked skeptically. “I mean … that’s good. I’m glad for you. And for me. It would have really sucked to lose you, dude.”
“Thanks. You’re a good friend.”
“Don’t get all sentimental now.” Dominic stood up and opened the refrigerator. “Want to eat something? I need to head out later.”
“How’s your new job?”
“Yeah … well … it’s different, but as long as I don’t have a permanent contract, it’s okay.”
“And the hours don’t bother you?”
“At the theater, I’d be working evenings too.”
“Yeah, but now you’re working all night.”
“Pfft … It’s nothing. There are some pretty creepy people, but it’s fine. The ladies are happy to know I’m there. I told them I’monly into guys. That was probably why they hired me,” Dominic said, grinning slyly. “Spaghetti okay?”
“Sounds good.”
My phone vibrated on the table, and a message came through from Hector.
“Is it okay if I come by tonight?”
My heart soared with joy.
“Of course,”I replied immediately.
I couldn’t wait to see him.
“And?” Dominic asked.
I looked up and furrowed my brows. “What?”
“Corvo, then.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes … Corvo.”
“Happy for you, dude.” Dominic filled a pan with water and set it on the stove. When I didn’t respond to his comment, he turned to me. “He seems like a great guy you’ve snagged.”
“Yes, really great,” I said. “And … what’s new with you? We haven’t talked about Clarissa and your experiment. Did you meet her?”
The topic seemed uncomfortable for him, as he pulled the salad out of the refrigerator and just said, “Mhm …”
“What ’mhm’? Did it go the way you hoped?”
Dominic set the salad next to the sink and leaned against the refrigerator, stroking his three-day beard in confusion. “Well, it’s a mixed bag. Clarissa kicked me out after I couldn’t perform, and it came out that she was just a test subject for me.”
“Okay,” I said cautiously, stifling a grin. “But that was a while ago. What’s the situation now?”
Shaking his head, Dominic shifted his attention back to the bowl of salad. “I had so much sex last year … Maybe it’s better if I just focus on other things. Three months without talking about sex, thinking about sex, or anything related to sex.”
“You’re working in a strip club,” I reminded him, puzzled.
“As a bouncer,” he said, holding up a finger and turning to face me. “I’m serious, dude. My therapist thinks it’s a good idea too. You’ll have to wait three months before you can share any juicy details about you and Corvo.”
“Got it,” I replied seriously. “I got your back.”
