Jacob. "Hi," I said, knowing Zigler was listening from the passenger seat—how could he not? I wondered how gay I sounded. "What's up?" Ugh. Overcompensating. "How late are you working?" We were, in fact, just finishing up. It was past seven and the sun had set an hour ago. "Dunno." Okay, where'd that come from? "Why?" "There's a house in Rogers Park I want to look at, and a couple more condos. Want me to check them out myself?" The person behind me honked as I sat a half second too long at a green light. I resisted giving them the finger. "I, um.... Do you care?" "I could eliminate all the places that won't work out for completely mundane reasons. Then you can check whatever's left." It sounded logical. And yet, I couldn't help but wonder if house-hunting was something I was supposed to do with Jacob, now that I'd committed to living together for real. Maybe his ultra-logical tone of voice was masking some kind of unspoken disappointment in me.
