But
Bryan thought his smile might burst his cheeks, and he had to concentrate on
scraping the remains of his ice cream from the bowl in case Lee thought he’d
gone creepy overnight.
Bryan
had to wait another half hour before Phiz appeared from the private room behind
the counter. Bryan knew that was where Patrick worked on his recipes and kept
his accounts on a rather old laptop. Phiz grinned over at Bryan and lifted a
hand in a half-wave. His hair was tousled as always, and there was a black line
on his chin that might have come from a stray ink marker, but he looked much
healthier than when Bryan had first met him. He’d put on a bit of weight from
cooking meals at Bryan’s. His skin would always be pale and he’d freckle in the
summer, but his grey green eyes were a perfect match, and besides—they sparkled
at the sight of Bryan.
Bryan
was startled to find himself comparing the two men he’d been close to in his