Chapter 5
The billiard room was dark, and on TV, the guy who kind of looked like Skeletor was talking about a murder.
“Is he Stabler?” I whispered.
“No,” Fox snapped. “Not every man on this show is Stabler.”
For over a year now, Fox had been after me to watch Law I was squirming in my seat.
Fox gave me a pointed look. Then, with a sigh, they grabbed the remote and paused the show.
They sighed again. I had the impression that if they’d had a scarf, they’d be dramatically throwing it over one shoulder, or dramatically winding it about their neck, or dramatically getting it caught in a plane propeller.
“Go,” they finally said.
“For real?” But I was already halfway to the door.
Fox wore a little smile. “Ah,” they said. “Young love.”