“Good. Then to hell with Mitch and Reggie and everybody who wants to tell us how we should live. We’ll get there on our own.”
Adam studied Josh’s face for a long moment. “Okay. I can wait.”
Josh suppressed his sigh of relief as he gathered Adam into a hug. “I love you, you know. Now I’ll let you get some sleep. While you’re working tomorrow, I’ll fix dinner. How about if I barbecue?”
“Sounds good. I’ll stop at Farrelli’s market on the way home and pick up ice cream for dessert. Rum raisin or peppermint stick?”
“Yes.”
Adam chuckled. “Okay. Both it is.” He snuggled under the sheets and closed his eyes.
Josh clicked off the lamp on his side of the bed and settled in to sleep, relieved he’d smoothed everything over. At least for now. But sooner or later, he’d have to deal with Adam’s desire to be married. If his luck held, it would be later. Much later. 3