That weekend, I took Cypher upstairs to meet Les and Damien. Les, due to his innate distrust of all humanity—except for Damien, and now me—grilled my newly minted lover about his background and intentions toward me. Both men had been there for me when I was at my lowest, so I understood their tendency toward overprotection. I didn’t mind too much. I was glad to have friends like them in my life.
Cypher was open about everything, innately sensing the need to put a good foot forward and express his benevolent intentions toward me. Finally satisfied—after being talked off the ledge from getting a police report and doing a full background check—Les agreed to have Cypher as a tenant.
“You guys want to stay for a game of Trivial Pursuit?” Damien asked.
I looked at Cypher. “You up for it? Thes
