Chapter 6
Eli barely got home in time for dinner, and judging by the sour look his father gave him when he arrived, they all knew where he’d been.
Fuck it, was Eli’s opinion on the matter. If he wanted to spend the night with his boyfriend, then he could. He was twenty-f*****g-one, for God’s sake, he was well past old enough to make his own decisions about who to date.
He meandered upstairs, noting Jenny’s absence by the open door to her room and the basket of clean laundry Dad had put in the doorway. Rob would piss himself laughing if he knew how house-husbandy Chief Inspector Bell really was. Eli was fairly sure Rob still had to read the manual to operate the washing machine in his flat.
Not that Eli minded. It meant Rob never offered to wash his clothes before he went home, which me
