“Come live with me.”
I leaned back, the stunned look on my face probably said more than any words could have.
“Come stay with me for awhile. A few weeks, maybe,” he implored.
Not live with you? Freudian slip much? “In Flagstaff?” It was the only place that I knew of him living, and it sounded fine.
He smiled. “No. Somewhere else.”
I wrinkled my brow again. Stop confusing me.
“I’ve been busy. I have a new house.”
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