The kiss became heated, and things might have progressed from there if they hadn’t heard Danny say, “Gid?” from the doorway.
“Well, now, who are you?” Edan asked, breaking the kiss to smile at the boy.
“Um, Danny, Sir. You shouldn’t be doing that.”
“Kissing him?”
Danny nodded hard. “Not in front of me. My mom said so. I’m too young.”
Edan chuckled. “She’s probably right. What do you have there?” He pointed to the sketchpad Danny was holding.
“This.” Danny handed it to him. “Gid’s teaching me how to draw and he’s says I’m pretty good and someday I might be a real artist, like him.”
Edan flipped through the pages. “I think so.”
“You do?” Danny beamed.
“Yep. This is what you were working on when I showed up, I bet.” Edan tapped the last sketch in the book.”
“Uh-huh. But I need…” Danny turned to Gideon. “My pencil is almost gone.”