“All right. Give me the address and I’m on my way.”
Kevin thought his heart would beat right out of his chest. He gave Michael the address and then said, “Michael?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry too.”8
Michael parallel parked his Maserati in front of the plain bungalow-style home with the address Kevin had given him. He got out and clicked the electronic locks and alarm. As he rounded the front of the car, the door to the house flew open to reveal Kevin.
His mood lifted instantly. Kevin still wore his boring black slacks from work, but he’d undone several of the buttons on his black shirt. Michael’s pulse raced.
“Hi,” Michael said.
To his surprise, Kevin rushed at him, instantly drawing him into an embrace. The young man buried his face in Michael’s throat. Michael’s arms tightened around him.
“I missed you,” Kevin whispered.
“God, that’s good to hear. I missed you too. I’m sorry I’m such an ass.”