I let us into my home twenty minutes later, locked the door, and threw the keys on the kitchen table. My place was nothing to brag about, really. A two-bedroom suite on the ground floor of a nine-story building, more often than not, it was messy. At least the dirty laundry was in the basket next to the washing machine.
“I haven’t been here in a while,” Kyle said as he followed me into the kitchen.
“True. I haven’t been to your place, either, in months. Still have that broken television?”
“Nope, recycled it. I watch stuff on my laptop when I have the time, which hasn’t been much lately since business has been booming.”
“Thirsty?” I asked as I opened the fridge to get a bottle of water.
“Actually, I could use a quick shower. You mind?” Kyle asked.
“Nope, go ahead. I need one, too. Use
