Chapter 31

“I won’t leave you, buddy.” He waited until his friend’s breathing had smoothed out into sleep. “I’ll be here in the morning. It’s gonna take more than you getting sore and pitching a fit to force me out of your life. I love you, Tommy. I’ll always love you.”

Maybe one day he’d even be able to say that when his best friend was awake.

Jack pulled the sheet up so Tom wouldn’t get chilled, then went to lock up the house. 12

Tom was busy at the stove frying up chicken for dinner when someone rang his doorbell. “Now, who can that be, I wonder?” he asked himself, grinning.

Of course he knew who it was at the door. He and Jack had been seeing each other for about six months now—six of the happiest months of his life, once he’d managed to get his head out of his butt.