Chapter 7
He swallowed heavily, unable to get rid of the painful lump in his throat. He supposed he could call some of his own friends and see them.
Charlie snorted. All of his friends were gone. In the past two years, he’d managed to push them all away. All except Noah. Now he’d even managed that.3
Noah took a large swallow of his coffee and quickly put away his phone. He was well aware Kevin stared at him from across the booth an all too knowing look on his face. Hoping maybe Kevin would drop the subject, he stabbed into his Caesar salad and glanced around the small, dimly lit bistro.
“Who was the guy with the dreamy voice?”
Noah sighed. He should have known. “Charlie.”
“Charlie from the neighborhood? The guy you’ve known and wanted all your life?” Kevin smirked. “Don’t tell me you got lucky?”