Nolan clears his throat and shifts beside me again, appearing as uncomfortable with the idea as I am.
I wonder if it’s for the same reasons as me.
“Actually, it’s not a bad idea.”
My jaw drops.
I didn’t hear him right.
There isnoway I heard him right.
“What?”
He shrugs. “Dean’s right. I do need a roommate to help cover the rent. I have savings I’ve been digging into until I could find someone, and, well, savings ain’t savings if I’m spending it, right?”
“You’re serious?”
He tips his head. “Why are you surprised by that?”
“Because we don’t know each other.”
His brow rises just the slightest bit. “I highly doubt you’re going to murder me in my sleep.”
“What if you murdermeinmysleep?”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “Don’t want the hassle.”
“Not you don’t want to murder me, just you don’t want the hassle?”
River raises her hand. “I, too, have a problem with that statement, Nolan.”
He chuckles, then points to Dean. “I’ve been best friends with this idiot for the last two-plus decades. If I haven’t murdered him yet, you’re safe.”
“I can’t even be upset by that statement.” Dean lifts his beer to his lips, taking a swig. “So, we’re all set? Maya can move in?”
Nolan nods. “If she wants it, she can have the room.”
“I have a son.”
“Yeah, I heard. I also heard he got some pretty sweet tickets to a hockey game from his dad who is shitty at sex.”
River snickers, and Dean almost spits his beer out.
I ignore them, narrowing my eyes at Nolan.
“Where would he sleep?”
“I imagine the other bedroom I have.”
My brows crush together. “You have a three-bedroom apartment?”
Another nod. “I do.”
“Why?”
“You’re asking a lot of questions…”
“Just trying to get to know my potential roommate.” I give him a saccharine smile.