Chapter 30

“I’m making a sandwich,” he replied innocently. “You want one too?”

His uncle regarded him from the doorway and then walked up to the bench.

“Where have you been?”

Dale slammed the knife down on the cutting board and looked at his uncle.

“Why the hell do you want to know? What if I told you I was on the toilet?

“For an hour?”

Dale snorted. “Don’t tell me you’ve been spying on me because if that’s the case, I’m going to pack my things. I appreciate your generosity, but I don’t have to put up with your paranoia. You and I have finished. You made sure of that.”

“Don’t say that,” said Tom, his eyes full of pleading. “You don’t know how sorry I am. I know I can be a bit jealous sometimes, a bit controlling, but it was all for love. Let’s just try again. Please?”

Dale looked into Tom’s eyes. He wanted so much to give Tom what he wanted, but he couldn’t. It just wasn’t there.