While there was a jacket over the back of a chair, and some electronic devices on the kitchen table, and a dish in the sink, Lud’s place wasn’t a total disgrace. And it didn’t smell. His studio apartment was really tiny, though.
“I think I should still be mad at you for all the years I cleaned up after your mess,” I said, checking out the made-up bed that seemed to take up most of the room. “Are you comfortable in this space?”
“It works fine for me. Some of the places I’ve slept over the years? This is a palace by comparison.”
“I can’t even imagine.”
A laptop sat on the bedcovers, along with some manila folders stuffed with documents.
“So here we are,” I said, staring at Lud.
He walked toward me, stopping only when his chest touched mine. “Yes.”
“Planning to do anything?”
“You firs
