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Mom gave me a look that said she didn’t appreciate the change of subject, but I let it go. “No, darling, you can get one at the concierge desk. They know that you will be staying though, so you should have no issue getting in tomorrow.”

After spending some time with my mom, I returned to my apartment in time for Henry to head off for work. He flushed a fascinating shade of red when he spotted me.

“Henry, it’s fine. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was a one-time experiment.”

“So we’re okay?”

“Of course.”

“And Max?”

He must have seen my hesitation because his face fell. “Dammit, that’s the last thing I wanted to happen!”

“We were fine when we went to sleep. I think that there’s something else going on.” I tried to placate myself and my friend at the same time with my words. There had to be something more to Max’s weird behavior. He hadn’t texted or replied to any of my messages.

“Tomorrow I’m heading to Will’s for a few days. He’s asked me to look after Lucifer while they are away.

“That’s great that he asked you. Must mean things are better between you two.”

“Yeah, Andy has helped. With him there between us, he translates, if that’s the right word. He makes us understand each other better. Acts as a go-between a lot, or did at first, but yeah, we’re getting there. Never thought that would happen.”

“Well, that’s great. I gotta go, see you later.”

I sat and tried to watch some TV when Henry left, but couldn’t settle on anything. I worked on the final touches of the photo book, emailed them off, and then printed a bunch of pictures to sell in the store I’d visited with Max. The owner had been in touch a couple of times to confirm the details, and I planned to visit the next day before work at the gym to drop them off.

Throwing myself into work didn’t stop me from wondering what was happening with Max. There was still nothing from him and I’d stopped messaging, hoping that he just needed some space to figure things out.

I went to bed late that night having heard nothing from him, worry eating at my gut.