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that.”
    “I’d feel better if I did,” I told him honestly.
    “But you did your job. Everything you planned to happen, did.”
    “I didn’t plan for you to pick me,” I corrected gently. “I wanted you to.”
    He chuckled. “Wrong word choice, sorry. But you still did your job.”
    “I can’t take your money.”
    “Spencer, you still have bills to pay, food to eat.”
    “I’d feel… wrong, if I took it.” I cringed.
    His eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”
    “I dunno,” I hedged. “Like a rent-boy or something.”
    Andrew’s mouth fell open. “Oh, Spencer. No.”
    “Yep,” I grinned at him. “A rent-boy, paid for services rendered.”
    “What does that make me?”
    “My pimp.”
    He laughed. “Gee, thanks.”
    I snorted. “Better being the pimp than the hooker, I guess.”
    He made a thoughtful face. “Depends. At least the hooker gets laid.”
    I cracked up laughing. “And to think you said Eli wasn’t too interested in sex. I’m starting to think the man was crazy.”
    Andrew was quiet then, and I wondered if I’d said the wrong thing. “Well, it kind of makes sense if his whole agenda for living with me was to take the original prints.”
    “He said he didn’t, though, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Do you believe him?”
    “Funnily enough, I do. He was genuine when he admitted that.”
    “How was he, last night?” I asked. “When you told him.”
    “He wasn’t too surprised, I don’t think. He looked disappointed.”
    “So he should be.”
    “He said he’d seen us together before, that time at the bar for his friend’s birthday.” He sighed. “The whole thing is a bit of a mess, but to be honest, I’m glad it ended the way it did because I got to meet you.”
    I gave him a bit of a squeeze. “Me too.”
    “He also said you went and saw him at his work. He recognized you.”
    I had told Andrew I’d gone to see Eli, but that wasn’t my concern. “Did he think it was suspicious? Did you tell him you hired me? You know, in the beginning?”
    He surprised me by laughing. “Good Lord, no. Why would I do that? He just figured you were curious about him.”
    I leaned up so I could see his face and told him the truth. “I was. I wanted to see what kind of guy I was dealing with, in a situation that didn’t involve you. And I had to see what he was like,” I admitted. “And if I’m being completely honest, I wanted to see why you picked him.”
    Andrew gave me a smug smirk. He looked kinda sleepy and sated. Happy, even. “I didn’t pick him. He picked me. Well, to begin with anyway.”
    “So, he’s not that crazy.” I didn’t want to ask if Eli admitted to singling Andrew out in hopes of stealing his artwork—the thought alone made me ragey—and I didn’t want Andrew to feel used. Any more than he already did, anyway. “He’s still a wanker. But you have a history with him, and I can respect that.”
    “Can we not talk about him?” he asked. He ran his hand through my hair and then studied my eyes for a moment. “I’d much prefer to talk about you. And if we don’t get up off this bed soon, I don’t think we’ll be getting up all day.”
    The thought alone of what he was implying made me hum. “Gee, tough decision. To do my laundry or you.” He laughed at that, but rolled off the bed making me fall face-first into my pillow. I groaned. “Laundry it is then.”

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
     
    “Can today involve a nap?” I asked in the car on our way to his place.
    “Are you five?”
    I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands. “Last night is catching up with me.”
    “Or are you just trying to get me back into bed?”
    “Possibly. Do you always answer every question with a question?”
    He grinned. “Possibly.”
    “I really am sorry about last night. I actually don’t drink that often,” I told him. “Which is why I was so wrecked.”
    “It’s okay Spencer,” he said, looking from the road to me. He smiled. “Emilio told me that you’re not a