Chapter 18
When they finally pulled apart, Sam cleared his throat and eased back. “Have a good night,” he whispered, with a quick kiss on Graham’s cheek. Sam waited for Graham to get in the car and leave before he made his way to his own vehicle.
Graham drove home, determined not to overanalyze the date, but he knew he was lying to himself. How the hell had he lived to be thirty-two and not known what it was like to be held as if he were the most important person in someone’s life? And what was he doing getting involved with Sam? He had a lot to think about, but first he needed to get home and make sure his dad was okay. He still felt a little guilty about leaving him. 6
The weekend was hell. His dad had several episodes where he completely forgot where he was—and even forgot Graham. Each time it took him over an hour to calm his dad. He planned on calling the doctor first thing Monday morning.