Chapter 34

“Because you wouldn’t look at them as a kid. You’d treat them like adults. People wouldn’t wonder if you’re their father, or figure they’re your boy toy, the way they do with me. I wish…”

When Rick didn’t continue, Beau said, “Wish what?”

“That I was older. That I was twenty-eight, not eighteen, well, almost nineteen. Then you might see me as more than the kid you’re sharing an apartment with.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Yeah, but I guess you’re too dense to get it,” Rick muttered angrily. “If I’m going to live with you, and worry every night if you’re going to make it back home in one piece…” He blew out a frustrated breath.

“You do that?” Beau asked in surprise.

“Yeah, I do. I like you. More than like you, I think. But I’m not stupid. I know, to you, I’m only the kid you hooked up with—and not the way the word really means. But you can’t see it. Can’t see that I’m a guy who might find you interesting…that way.”