"See? Totally different. You don't get good Southern women in the Southwest." Sean laughed. "We used to live in those big houses on Colonel's Row before there got to be too many of us. There was the marine, two sailors, one airman, one cop, the cheerleader, and me. Guess how many would think gunfire?"
Sean shrugged, taking the time to chew and swallow before responding. "If it were possible to catch something that way, you probably could from him. John doesn't really say much, private, you know? But, from what I can tell, I think it's the boyfriend part that's new for Kinney. When I first got here, he was already here and fucking his way through as many as he could. After a few months, John stopped denying he was interested in Kinney like that at all and it became what you've seen. Pretty sure Kinney was still fucking around until the discovery about protection not working. But, now, I don't know. I hope not, for John's sake."
He was putting another mouthful of food into his own mouth and, so, could only smirk when troy mentioned needing more. "Who? Savannah?" he asked when he had swallowed again. "Doubt it. They actually had to make a rule, even before I got here, that she wasn't allowed to cook during the week, only weekends, or she'd have started doing all the cooking at the house. She'll probably encourage you to find that wife and let her cook and take care of you. I don't think they teach women's equality in the workplace where she comes from.
"Will do. I may try and just hit people up at the game and dinner tomorrow. Harder to say no if I'm smiling right in front of them," he continued, grinning. "And then I can get the finalized set list done Friday." Sean chuckled. "Oo, the not cool crowd. Yeah, we don't have those at Juilliard. Would now be the time to tell you we didn't have them in high school, either, since I went to a performing arts high school? Don't know if I can handle not cool."