Willison POV

Willison’s muscles strained as he and Smith hefted the bathroom cabinet up the stairs and into the apartment. It was solid timber, reclaimed from a renovation, and in pretty good knick. It was also a bastard to lift, let alone carry up two flights of stairs.

“So what’s going on with you?” Smith asked.

“What?” Willison huffed as they manoeuvred the cabinet around the landing.

“I’ve hardly seen you this last week,” Smith said and then grunted as the cabinet tipped toward him.

“I’ve been busy,” Willison grunted in response.

“Are you seeing someone new?”

Willison very nearly dropped the cabinets with the inquiry. He huffed out a...