Chapter 4

Dad got sick.

The house I bought insists on falling apart.

I like to fish.

I don’t have much time to date.

I have an old dog that doesn’t like to be alone.

And oh, I’m gay.

“You know, there aren’t that many girls in the construction business,” he lied. “And the ones I’ve met weren’t exactly my type.”

“Really now. Well, am I your type?” Netty leaned in a bit and reached for his knee. “I like you, Liam,” she whispered. “You’re different than the guys I’ve dated. You’re so smooth.”

Oh shit.

Here we go.

Netty quietly moved in, like a hunter sliding between his thighs. She pressed her lips to his ear. “Liam…lay back.”

Maybe, if he used his imagination, he could go through with it.

But to his surprise, Netty only gathered some more cushions to prop his head up. “You need to get some rest,” she said. “Do you want me to call Rye?”

“No, better not. The boys have soccer practice tonight. It’s okay. I’m gonna sleep it off. Look Netty, I—”