Chapter 3
When they walked into Grant’s high-rise, Paris widened his eyes in appreciation. “Whoa! This place really rocks.”
“Glad you like it,” Grant answered. “What kind of music do you like?”
“I like rock, a little country every now and then, depending on who the artist is.”
“The CDs are over there. Maybe you can find something you like.”
Paris walked over and began looking through them. When he found one of his favorites, he put it on, and then turned and saw Grant deep in thought. He could tell that something was wrong, and his spirits took a nosedive. “All right, let’s just stop right here. What the hell is wrong?”
“It’s none of your business,” Grant said, turning to his bar and fixing himself a drink.
“Look, this whole night was your idea. One minute you’re all warm and sexy,
