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kind of becoming pissed at him now.
    “Lord, no! I know that lots of businessmen are simply looking for some arm candy at different functions. With your hot, Scandinavian looks, you’d fit right in.”
    “Are you mad? That’s the worst idea ever!” I almost yell at him, but lower my voice when he frowns at me. “It’s madness.”
    “So is losing that gorgeous apartment you’re renting and becoming homeless. New York is not the place for it,” he retorts angrily, which gets my attention.
    He’s right.
    I inhale deeply and really think about what he’s just said.
    An escort…I’ve never even contemplated that idea, because I’ve never had to worry about money until now.
    Still…
    I sigh deeply and rub my eyes, uncertain and kind of depressed that I don’t have a plan for the future anymore.
    “I – I don’t think I’ve become that desperate yet,” I finally answer him.
    Safiro kisses my cheek and places an arm around my shoulders.
    “Just tell me when, and I’ll hook you up. I’ve got plenty of connections.”
    I raise my head and look into his gentle brown eyes. Although I know he means well, this is not exactly the career I envisioned for myself.
    What will you do? A mocking voice enters my mind. Where will you go?
    I don’t have the answers, as usual. But I’ll be damned if I’ll give up just yet.
    I still have time.
    Not a lot, but enough.
    That’ll have to do for now.
    I change the subject. “Do you have time to grab a coffee? My mysterious landlord came home three months earlier than planned, and I want to tap into that gossip brain of yours. Find out what you know about him.”
    Safiro claps his hands in excitement, and does a little booty shake.
    “Oooh, interesting! For you, chica, I’ll make the time.”
    As he leaves my side to close his stall, my thoughts automatically veer off to Garrett and the way he looked when he was clearly about to jack off in the kitchen earlier.
    My cheeks heat up, and I feel warm all over.
    Shit …
    I’m not going to forget that for a while.
    I wonder if he’ll be home when I get back. A part of me wishes that he’ll have left, but the other is excited to see him again.
    Holy shit. I’m way in over my head already. I don’t even know the man.
     

     

     
    “What do you mean, I can’t crash at your place?” I ask Colin, my soon to be former best friend for twenty-odd years if he doesn’t come through.
    “Garrett, you’ve been gone for over three months. A lot has happened while you were away,” Colin says, voice apologetic yet firm.
    “Oh?! Please, enlighten me.”
    I stand up from my couch centred in my loft and pace back and forth, my right hand fisted at my side, impatient to hear his answers.
    Colin sighs. “Well, for one thing, I’m no longer the single friend I’ve been for a very long time,” he says, and that causes me to stop abruptly in my tracks. For the first time in days, I feel warmth return to the ice surrounding my heart.
    “Seriously? Good for you, man.” I’m happy for him, I am. Colin deserves happiness in his life after that cheating wife of his walked out on him five years ago.
    “That still doesn’t explain why I can’t borrow your guest room for a while, though,” I continue, slightly confused. I’m not used to anyone turning me down, not even Colin.
    What I want, I get. Simple as that.
    Call it spoiled or arrogant – it is what it is: convenient.
    “Of course not,” Colin answers amused. “But Daisy spends a lot of time here, as does her daughter, Clementine. I really don’t have any other room for you. Why don’t you just ask that tenant of yours to sleep on the couch for the duration of her stay?”
    I frown. “That’s not exactly the gentlemanly thing to do, Colin,” I grumble, walking slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows to stare down at the city.
    He chuckles. “No, I guess you’re right. Sorry, man. That was an asshole suggestion.” He pauses for a few seconds, and while I wait for him to