Chapter 62

And abruptly Jack realized Tom was right. Those wereDaddy’s words, every time Sarah or I ever asked about Andy. And Momma would just get that pinched look around her mouth…

“I’m sorry, buddy.”

Tom stroked his cheek, and Jack knew Tom forgave him.

“The thing is, I don’t have clue one as to where to start looking for him. It’s a big country.”

“Think about it, okay?”

Jack nodded. He wasn’t going to tell Tom that he never would look for his brother. He was afraid to learn that Andy was dead, and not knowing for sure…well, it was better than knowing for sure. He cleared his throat. Change of subject time.

“Loueller’s on Wednesday, babe?” Usually they’d meet on Friday, but Jack didn’t want to wait that long.

For a second he thought Tom was going to object, tell him it would be better if they saw each other just once a week, but then his lover grinned and kissed him. “Oh, yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Another kiss.

“Cool!” And another.