Last night in bed, I mentioned to JJ that I’d suggested AJ move to Minneapolis. I swear the temperature in the room dropped 20 degrees.
“What did he say?” JJ finally responded.
“Not much. I told you he quit his job, right? So why not get a fresh start somewhere else?”
“But why move where you’re going?”
I could hear the jealousy in his voice. “Why not? I’ll be there alone, remember? It would be nice to have my best friend there, too.”
“I thought I was your best friend.”
I saw that coming when the words were half out of my mouth. “You’re my lover, and I tell you everything.” Mostly. “But AJ and I go way back, and here’s news for you, I can have both you and him in my life without much problem other than what you give me over it.”
He rolled away from me. “Yeah, okay. Good night.”
I stared at the ceiling for a while. I knew AJ had a thing for me. Once in a while, he tempted me, and maybe I was being short-sighted and downright stupid to want him in the same city I was in, sans JJ, but the thought of being alone in St Paul scared me a little. It takes so long to build up contacts, figure out the great places to eat and shop and hang out. That would be a lot more fun with AJ around.
I bit back the apology I’d been about to make and closed my eyes. If AJ decided to move, I’d deal with it then.