Chapter 71

“Maybe you can answer that, White Bread.”

He scowled at Tim. “If Theo didn’t care about you so much, Reddy, I’d have no problem…” There was a minute pause. “…hating your guts,” he finished smoothly. “Call me Matheson. Call me Wills or William. But call me White Bread one more time, and by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be singing soprano.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” They were ready to square off against each other.

No, Wills definitely didn’t look ridiculous.

“Stop it, the two of you.” I jumped to my feet and crossed the kitchen to my lover. I’d think about what Vincent had said later, when we were home. “I’m crying because I’m happy you didn’t cheat on me.” I put my arms around him and hugged him tight. “I love you, Wills,” I whispered in his ear.

“Theo.” His arms went around me. “Then it wasn’t a dream?”

“No. I…” I kissed the right corner of his mouth. “…love…” I kissed the left corner. “…you.” I kissed his mouth and sighed into it as he opened for me.