“Yeah. When I said we’re very different, I meant it,” he said with a smile. “He doesn’t really want a relationship, I don’t think. He just likes to hook up when it’s convenient. And the fact that there’s two of them isn’t such a great surprise, knowing Angus. A husband and wife who enjoy his company every so often, maybe every second or third weekend, with no strings attached. But apparently they’re super nice and they treat him well, so that’s all I care about. Plus, it’s how Angus likes it; he doesn’t want complications or anything but mind-blowing sex every so often. So when I say he’s getting an itch scratched, it’s getting scratched very thoroughly.”

I chuckled. “Sounds like it.”

“So if the universe has a quota of the amount of sex allowed, then Angus evens out my loss,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t want any, and he does two at once. Like I said, we’re very different, but maybe that’s why we get on so well.”

“How did you meet?” I asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Well, it’s a bit weird, but the real estate agent who manages rentals hooked us up.”

“Hooked you up?”

He made a face. “Not like that, God no. I meant hooked us up. She knew I was looking for a new place and the unit was perfect, but I needed a flatmate to help cover rent and she knew of someone else who was looking and she asked me if I’d seen Notting Hill…” He grinned. “The rest, as they say, is history. That was three years ago.”

“Notting Hill?”

He nodded. “Yep. You know Hugh Grant’s flatmate? The tall, weird Welshman?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s Angus. Except he’s not tall, and he’s Australian, not Welsh.”

“Sounds… fun.”

“Never a dull moment, that’s for sure.”

I had wondered about his dynamics with his flatmate, or best friend, or brother as he’d called him. Jordan had said they were close but very different, and I’d wondered if they had some kind of history. I couldn’t deny the selfish stab of relief when he confirmed there’d never been anything physical between them. I knew everyone had a past and exes. I had my own. But I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about them still living together.

We’d somehow managed to walk ourselves to my place. “Oh,” I said, rather stupidly. I pointed to the townhouse I called home. “Um, this is me.”

“Oh!” Jordan looked kinda horrified, and if I could read him properly, he looked anxious. “I um, I should, uh…” He glanced up the street.