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It might as well be a million years away. Did he dare to dream that one day he would walk out and proud with Adam on his arm?

Did he have the staying power?

After Heidi had gone, Jonas found himself at a loose end. The problem with having Mondays off was everything was either closed or deathly quiet. There was nothing more depressing than a restaurant on a Monday night. Even La Piazza shut up shop.

He’d been flicking through the television channels for about twenty minutes when he gave up and flung the remote across the sofa.

He was fighting the urge to pay Adam a visit. They hadn’t arranged anything as Jonas hadn’t known what time Heidi would be leaving.

He reached for his phone and called.

“Hey, sexy,” Adam said.

How had he even doubted that he would wait for this guy when he answered the phone like that and set Jonas on a high immediately?

“Hey. What you up to?”

“Nothing much. Lying on the sofa. You?”

“Same. Wanna lie on my sofa?”

His comment was met with silence. Not how Jonas had expected it to go.

“Adam?”

“I caught Steven staring at me yesterday. After we’d finished chatting.”

Jonas frowned. “Do you think he suspects?”

“Honestly? Yeah I do.”

“Bollocks. Heidi rumbled us too, by the way.”

“What?”

He could have cut his tongue off. If Adam was stressing about Steven’s suspicions, confirming Heidi had figured it out would not help.

“She knows me too well,” he said, quickly. “I had to be honest.”

“Shit,” Adam replied. “It’s getting out of control.”

While Jonas recognised Adam had far more to lose than him, he didn’t like the sheer horror in Adam’s tone.

“What are you saying?”

“Nothing. Maybe we should cool it for a week or so.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“I’d better go,” Jonas said. “I’m going downstairs to Tito’s.”

“I thought you wanted me on your sofa.”

“Too dangerous. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jonas terminated the call. His temper had always been his worst enemy. He sprang off the sofa and walked over to thewindow. The streetlamps were on, but the night hadn’t yet covered Brockton.