Chapter 29

“I think I’ll find a sunny spot and draw. I need to exercise my brain and my hands a lot, keep them in touch with stuff despite not being able to tattoo.”

“Right, you don’t have your license yet.”

“Yeah, so since I haven’t gotten any specific instructions from my sort-of boss in Mercer, I’ll just sketch whatever comes to mind.” Kaos raised his hands over his head and stretched his body as much as he could while sitting down.

“Sounds like a plan. If you need anything, just holler. I’ll be puttering around.”

“Okay!” Kaos said, and decidedly didn’t look at Padraig’s ass in his sleep pants as he padded out of the kitchen.

Internally, Kaos groaned. He was so, so screwed. How had he thought even for a moment that he could stay detached from Padraig? Then again, denial was kind of his thing, he supposed, and maybe it was just his psyche latching on to the first gorgeous, kind, free male he encountered. Yeah, that must’ve been it. Right?