“What?” Byron looked back, trying to figure out what was going on.
“Someone I really don’t want to see. His car’s parked in the lot.”
“Collin?”
“Yeah. What the hell is he doing here?” Jonah growled angrily.
Reaching across to put his hand over Jonah’s on the steering wheel,” Byron replied, “You won’t know unless you ask.”
“I can guess. He wants money.” Jonah scowled, pulling over to the curb. “That last email I told you about? He did reply, a week later. It seems his latest playmate kicked him out. It’s why he was asking for a loan. So he could find, as he put it, ‘An apartment I really liked. Not a hovel’.”
“A blatant hint he wants to move back in with you?”
“Who knows? Maybe. I wouldn’t put it past him. It’s not happening.” Jonah gripped Byron’s hand. “Even if I didn’t have you, i
