Chapter 95

“Tommy.”

“Sorry, Jack, but I didn’t think it was my place to out you to your brother.”

Jack drew Tom against his side and frowned at his brother. “I’m gay, Tom is my partner, and if you can’t deal with that—”

The young widower stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re gay?” he squeaked.

“Hullo.” Tom looked him over carefully. “Who’re you?”

“George Standish. Mr. Jackson was kind enough to let me and my kids stay here. Because of the storm and all.”

“Daddy found him at the Depot, JT.” Tad was grinning broadly, and Jack had to refrain from swatting his butt. It wasn’t like George was some stray dog who’d followed him home.

“That’s my Jack,” Tom said softly, and he leaned into Jack’s side.

Jack smiled down into his lover’s face. Afterward, when all the excitement died down and they were in bed together, Jack would show Tom just how much Jack was his. 35