Chapter 12

“Might as well have a seat. This could take a while,” Roger said, so I did, at the chair by his desk. He settled in his chair, studying me. “You don’t look like Trent’s type.”

“He has one?” I felt a definite twinge of jealousy.

Roger chuckled. “I have no clue. As I said, he keeps his personal life personal. We all know he’s gay, but that’s about it. I only meant…”

“I’m not a clean-cut, businessman type.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I never was. I worked as a plumber. It’s how we met. He had a busted waterline and called my company. I got sent out on the job. It sounds clichéd but something clicked between us.”

“I remember when that happened. He wasn’t happy that he had to take time off so he could be there while it was being fixed.” Roger grinned. “I guess he changed his mind.”

“I guess he did.”

“So, and I’ll admit I’m being nosy, but I am a detective, it comes with the territory. How come you’re not together anymore?”