Scott broke in, saying, “No, you couldn’t, and I think you know it. I’d be willing to bet you’re flirting with the idea of coming-out—and have been since you broke up with… whoever he was.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Nope. You wouldn’t go to those clubs and chance being seen there if you weren’t, no matter what you tell yourself.”
“Not true.”
“Yeah, it is, and if you really think about it, you’ll know I’m right.”
Corey shook his head, then chuckled softly when Scott told him to stop doing it, asking, “How did you know?”
“Common sense. Okay, we should probably end this now. I’ll call again tomorrow night, around this time. Make damned sure you set the security as soon as you get back inside, and don’t open the door to anyone.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“I know, but I needed to say it anyway.”
“Should I wedge a chair under the doorknob too?” Corey joked.
“It couldn’t hurt.”
“I was kidding.”
“I wasn’t. Now off with you. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Night,” Corey said quietly.
“Night,” Scott replied and hung up.
Pocketing his phone, Corey went back into the apartment. He made certain to lock both locks and set the alarm, and then—just because—he did wedge a kitchen chair under the doorknob. He felt silly doing it, but also safer.
Then, as promised, he texted Kerry to let him know everything seemed to be going according to plan. The conversation only took a couple of minutes and ended with Kerry telling him to be “damned careful.” Corey promised he would and broke the connection.
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