I couldn’t really describe what I was feeling, though it was likely jealousy. There was nothing between Landry and me except music and a growing friendship. Anything else was probably in my imagination. So he flirted with me. Well, he was a friendly guy. And that guy at his place? I knew nothing about it, and it wasn’t my place to ask, was it?
When I got to work on Tuesday morning, a scowl had taken up residence on my face.
“Who pissed in your oatmeal this morning?” Pete asked as he gathered his supplies for his first job of the day.
“Nothing for you to worry about,” I grumbled.
“Ooh, touchy,” he replied as he headed for the door. “Is it the musician dude Corey told me about?”
“Can no one keep his mouth shut in this establishment?” I groused, sitting at my desk and sorting through pap
