“Are you shitting me? Why would I need a stair lift?”
“You might want to go upstairs.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Well, if Newton is up there?”
Clance blinked. “What does that have to say about anything?”
“Maybe you’d want to see him. Face it, Clance. You need to get laid.”
“No. No, no, and no once more for good measure. Charles Newton is supposed to be my caregiver.” Maybe what Dave said was true—it had been a while since he’d had s*x, but Clance would be damned if he had more to do with the guy than he had to. “Now shut up and finish lunch.”
* * * *
Dan, Den, and Leo were already back in the dormer room, leaving Clancy and Dave to clear off the table, and store in the fridge whatever cold cuts were left.
“Clance.”
Clancy knew that tone of voice. Something was bothering his
