“Give me a few days to liquidate some stocks, and I’ll buy out your share of the house.”
“Thank you, Sweets, but there’s no rush. I’ll send out some applications to hospitals in southern California. Looks like my RN license will come in handy.”
“What will you do, Spike?”
He shrugged. “I’ll find something.”
Paul slid an arm around Spike’s shoulders and nuzzled his hair. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I know, babe, but I want to pull my own weight.” He didn’t have a claim to the house, but hedid have a share in the business. It wasn’t huge, but it was more than I’d had when I arrived in DC, so he should be okay.
“Well, gentlemen, I guess this means the business is dissolved.”
* * * *
I gave Wills a call to let him know, but again I had to leave a message. I was starting to hate that machine. “Wills, are you there? Is everything okay? Shit. We need to talk. I…I miss you, babe. Call me.”
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