Chapter 22
“Something like that.” Jeremy pulled back inside the window, but didn’t look over his shoulder. “Why are you cleaning?”
Paxton tapped his foot until Jeremy turned around and then merely gestured to the slovenly living room. Thank God the sofa had been on curb-side sale. There would be no getting the wine stains out of the cushions.
“You weren’t at the party,” Jeremy said. “So why are you cleaning?”
“I was here, actually, for some of the night. Just long enough to lock my door before Hector and his latest flavor scrumped in my room. They ended up doing it on the washer, I think.”
“Hm. Sorry about that. You know how Hector is.”