The next morning, I got a call from Alan asking to meet for lunch. With Xander back in the office, it was the perfect time.
Alan didn’t know I had moved in with Xander. I still had access to my old place that I leased, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt if he was kept in the dark a little longer.
I snatched up my purse and coat and asked the driver to take me to my old apartment, with the excuse that I had left some things there and would then be meeting my brother for lunch. That covered everyone in case Xander came looking for me.
An hour later, Alan and I found ourselves at a small diner, one of those that made you feel like you had stepped back into the 1950s when you entered.
After we placed our orders, Alan got right to the point. He leaned on the table toward me.
“So, you’re still involved with this Xander-once-Charlie dude?”
I rolled my eyes. “His real name is Xander. You know that. And, yes, I am.”