If you couldn't trust yourself, who could you trust? Eric had good instincts. He was never wrong when it came to whom he placed his trust within. It had been exactly the same with Macklyn when they had first met each other out in the rain.
"Play nice, okay?"
He had felt the small amount of tension, the unsure feeling Macklyn had toward the double.
And then Eric looked at the sagging recliner and shrugged, "If you want. Will it go with the rest of the house? And what're we going to do with that second bedroom?"