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sensed Ross’s gaze too, probably ringing all the changes in him. There weren’t many; it was just polish mostly, a nice glossy shine designed to win favour in the bar he’d worked.
    “Thought I’d better come up and make sure she hadn’t left any marks. Evie can be wicked cruel if you rub her the wrong way,” Ross said.
    Kit rubbed the melancholy film from his eyes. Too many times he’d wished that things had turned out differently. “Women were never my strong point.”
    “Yeah, right!” Ross gave an explosive snort. He sagged onto the bed and rested his elbow upon his knees. “As I recall, they were your only strong point. And looking at you I’m guessing that hasn’t changed. Any chance of you slumming it, so I look a bit less of a tramp?”
    “I suppose.” Kit stripped off his green shirt and rummaged in the topmost suitcase for T-shirt. The one he pulled on was black, ripped at the neck and had “Sukebe 69” emblazoned across the front in white. He pulled a leather thong from a pocket too, and dangled a pewter skull pendant around his neck so it lay in the space where the T-shirt was torn.
    “So, are you gonna come down and eat? I’m cooking,” Ross said.
    “Depends—I think I should tell you what I’ve been doing first. See if you still want me around.”
    “Kit, I know what you’ve been doing. Who’d you think told the probate people where to find you? I live in Yorkshire, not on the moon. I’ve seen your ugly mug plastered all over YouTube. It doesn’t matter. I’m glad to see you.”
    Ross stood and clapped a hand on Kit’s shoulder. He gave him a gentle shove towards the door. “I bet you were raking it in.”
    “I did okay.” Kit allowed himself to be guided onto the landing. He’d kind of suspected that Ross knew he’d been working as a host. It might have been mostly innocent, but that didn’t mean that people here wouldn’t get the wrong end of the stick and think he’d been prostituting himself. He sighed. It was just something else they could hate him for.
    “Yeah, well get downstairs and work your schmoozy host bar tricks on Evie, so I don’t have to spend the next millennia apologizing for saying you could crash here,” said Ross.
    “I can get a room at the pub. As for the tricks—they involve alcohol and a hell of a lot of flirting.”
    “We have beer and wine. Alcohol isn’t an issue.”
    Kit turned his head and gave Ross a shrewd glance. “Anyone would think you wanted me to seduce your girlfriend?”
    “I don’t think there’s much chance of that, Mr. Intruder Man.”
    “She’s already seen my cock. Twice,” said Kit.
    Ross just smiled at the admission. There wasn’t even a momentary furrowing of his brow. Instead, he calmly leaned against the banister and gently shook his head. “I’m not giving you an excuse, Kit. It’s up to you if you stick around or go. I just hope you realize that the only bogeyman here is the one that lurks in your head. No one ever blamed you…”
    Shutting his ears to the sound, Kit continued down the stairs. It didn’t really matter if no one else blamed him. He blamed himself. He should have been a gentleman that night, not a sod.
    “Oh, for crying out loud, let it go,” said Ross. “It’s ancient history. Time to move on.”
    “I’m here, aren’t I?” Kit retorted. He snapped his mouth closed without saying anything else as Evie appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
    “I was just coming to get you,” she said to Ross, completely ignoring Kit. “The water’s boiling and I assume you want to put something in it. Oh, and I think the kitten’s hungry. He’s meowing a lot.”
    “She,” corrected Ross.
    “What kitten?” Kit asked. He’d swear there hadn’t been a cat earlier. He wasn’t so good with animals.
    “The one you clearly didn’t notice cause you were too busy staring at my butt,” Evie snapped, although she broke into a smile immediately afterwards, flashing a hint of teeth and a smidgen of