Chapter 10
Sean had said he’d drop by Crypt Coffee again, but Dane wanted to see where someone like him lived, so when they parted ways to grab a meal—Sean turned his nose up at another burger, which was f*****g rich considering Dane hadn’t seen him refuse a pastry yet—Dane wolfed his fast food down and drove over. The professor’s house was not far from the college, smaller but not small, and very neat. The grass was trimmed, the landscaping looked professional, and the one-car garage implied Sean had determined at some point he’d be single forever.
It was a nice home. A cozy home. On a safe street, in a safe area of town, with neat, smooth sidewalks and people wealthy enough to keep up appearances. It was disgustingly normal, and Dane hated himself for liking it even a little. Part of h
