Chapter 12
Sam sat with the elder man on the sofa, their discussion having moved on to the best breads for grilling, while Graham made the grilled cheese. He grabbed a bag of chips and some sodas and put everything on the table. He’d snuck a few looks at Sam and had caught the man doing the same thing, but while Sam just grinned over it, Graham felt heat spread across his face. He felt like a schoolboy with his first crush.
“Everything’s ready,” Graham called needlessly, as the moment he’d laid the plates on the table, his dad hightailed it over. Well, “hightailed” might be pushing it, but he definitely shuffled quicker than usual.
They settled in and Graham tried to concentrate on his meal. But no matter how often he told himself to stop, he found himself staring at Sam. He was gorgeous. And so caring toward his dad, which only made Graham like him more. And that was a foreign feeling—liking someone. He wasn’t sure what to do with it.