Chapter 27

He followed the sounds of muffled sobbing to the other bedroom. Owen was sitting on the bed, hunched over, trying to choke back his heartache. Marc bent down and removed Owen’s shoes. Then he sat next to him and pulled him close. “I want you to lie down and rest. I’ll nap on the couch.” He tried to gently push the grief-stricken man down, but Owen grabbed his arms.

“No, stay with me.” The gray eyes were pleading.

“Are you sure?”

Owen nodded. “It would help to have you close.”

Marc wrestled with the idea for a moment. Would Marc be taking advantage of Owen’s current vulnerability to get back into his life? But he quickly dismissed the thought. If Owen wanted him there, he’d be there. Kicking off his own shoes, Marc stretched out on the bed and gathered Owen to his chest. He pulled the comforter over the two of them and drifted off towards sleep.

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