Chapter 17
After they’d finished eating, Keir slid his plate to one side and folded his hands on the table. With an apologetic air, he said, “I hate to spoil this lovely meal…”
Uh oh. Here it comes.
“…but I got a call from Mrs. Prendergast this morning. She’s quite upset about your door.”
“I imagine she is.” He couldn’t hide the snarky animosity in his tone.
“Don’t judge her too harshly. She can be overprotective, but in her mind, she’s crafted this community pretty much by herself. That’s not far from the truth. Whenever a unit goes on the market, she works to find someone exceptional to fill it. You should be flattered she picked you.”
In a wry tone, he countered, “I’m pretty sure she picked me because I’m gay.”
That adorable blush rose again. “Well, that may be true, but it couldn’t have been the only reason.”
Riley figured the photo journalism awards he’d won had tipped the scale. He could have explained but didn’t want to sound like an arrogant bastard again.