Chapter 88

“Everything all set?”

“Yeah.” Paul gazed around the apartment that had been home for the past ten years. “I’m…I’m…”

“Yeah, Paul.” I could feel my throat start to ache.

He cleared his throat. “Thanks for the offer to drive us to the airport,” he said to Wills, his words a little stiff. There was still some tension between the two of them.

“Not a problem.” Wills had arranged to take a personal day off from work.

“Spike, help Wills carry the bags down to the car, okay? Sweets…Theo…I just want to go through the place to make sure I have everything.”

“Sure.”

Wills’s eyebrow was raised, but he grabbed the handles of the two suitcases with the totes fastened to them and wheeled them out. Spike followed him with a couple of carry-ons dangling from his shoulders.

“Do you want to check your room first, or the living room, or—and promise to let me know if you want me to ship the rest of your furniture—”

“Theo, I have everything. I wanted to talk to you alone.”