Chapter 66

“Where are ma manners?” Tim came from around the bar and lounged against it, his words and stance bordering on insulting. “Ah’m Tim Reddy, and this heah is ma partner, Cris.”

“You used to run the stable of rent boys.” Wills acknowledged him.

“Why, yes. And Ah made a nice livin’ out of it.”

“I don’t care a damn what kind of livin’ you made. This is between me and him.”

I finally turned to face my ex-lover. “How did you know where I was?” I refused to allow the tug at my heart at how tired he looked.

“I know everything about you except why you shredded the roses I gave you and threw the vase against the wall.” He stalked toward me, for all the world like a hunting animal, and I bit back a whimper. I’d never had a look that predatory directed at me before, not by Wills. My mouth went dry, and when I tried to swallow, I had no spit.