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Tom hesitated, then shrugged inwardly. If Cal was going to be around, he was going to find out that Tom wasn’t all that good at being tactful. “I think you’re really, really used to getting everything you want because of the way you look. I don’t see how you could avoid being an asshole at times, but I don’t get the feeling that you’re mean with it.”

    “I probably am, sometimes. If I am, you should tell me, and I’ll stop, okay? I promise I’ll pay the bills on time, and if you end up thinking I’m not who you wanted, you can tell me that too, and I’ll move out.”

    That sounded way too simple to be possible. But Tom had pretty much already made up his mind, and once he’d done that, he often found it hard to change it.

    “Okay.” Tom held out his hand to Cal.
     
    Cal’s fingers were strong when they gripped his. “Okay,” Cal said, and they smiled at each other over their clasped hands.

Chapter Three
    Cal frowned as he walked through his rented house making sure that he wasn’t leaving anything behind. The truck he’d borrowed from a friend of Jason’s was out front, packed with a tower of furniture held together by a few moving straps and an awful lot of good intentions. He’d be lucky if they could drive the five miles to Tom’s without losing any of it, but he figured they’d take their time.

    “Just don’t follow me, whatever you do,” Jason said as Cal joined him in the driveway. “The last thing you need is to have a bookcase land on your windshield.”

    “We need one of those signs.” Cal shrugged when Jason gave him a questioning look. “You know, ‘Don’t follow closely’ or whatever.”

    “Right. Dude, I don’t think you’ve been getting enough sleep.” Clapping Cal on the shoulder, Jason gestured toward the house. “We good?”

    “Yeah, we’re good. Let’s get out of here.”

    Cal had mixed feelings about moving in with Tom, and not just because he had doubts about Tom’s expectations of him as a roommate. He hadn’t been anyone’s roommate for years and would have willingly admitted that he enjoyed living alone. Well, to anyone apart from Tom, because he would have worried about hurting the guy’s feelings. Tom seemed like such a nice person. Cal was troubled by the nagging feeling that this arrangement might end up screwing at least one if not both of them over.

    As he drove his own car, following Jason in the borrowed truck—not too closely—he reminded himself that if this thing didn’t work out, he and Tom could go their separate ways. The lease he’d signed, which Tom had printed off a site on the Internet, referred to their agreement as a month-to-month tenancy. It wasn’t like he was stuck with the guy for a year or anything. It would be fine.
     
    That feeling didn’t go away when he arrived at his new home. Tom was there to greet them, smiling a little nervously but making a better impression on Jason than Cal had expected. Not that it mattered what Jason thought; it wasn’t as if Tom were Cal’s boyfriend, after all. Even so, it made Cal look at Tom a little differently, a hint of speculation in his gaze.

    Tom definitely had the height thing going on, and unlike some tall men, he didn’t stoop , rounding those broad shoulders. He didn’t dress in a way that showed them off either. Today he was wearing baggy jeans—hole-free, at least—and a shapeless sweater in a shade of oatmeal that was frankly appalling. He was too pale to carry the color off, and the garment covered his ass.
     
    Cal realized he’d been staring too long when Tom raised his hand uncertainly to his face and rubbed it across his mouth as if checking for a blob of ketchup or syrup. With an unaccustomed sensation of gaucheness, Cal turned away and went to the truck. He returned with a heavy suitcase in each hand, the handles cutting into his palms.

    “Ah, we should get the big items in first?” Tom said diffidently before Cal could start up the stairs.