Chapter 11
By the time they walked out of Nelson’s building, the sun had already set, the streetlights casting sallow circles across the pavement. Spencer let out the breath he would swear on a stack of Bibles he had been holding for the last ninety minutes, but couldn’t quite look over at Mick. Staying quiet about the regression had been difficult while Mick and Nelson caught up on old times. It was even harder staying quiet now and not begging Mick to come home with him.
“I like him,” he said instead. “It’s a shame he’s not doing stage anymore.”
“Nelson’s always been smart about his abilities. He’ll go a lot further doing voice work than fighting for character roles.” Mick took a step closer to the curb, his gaze already scanning the street for a cab. “Are we taking this back to your
