Chapter 8

Taking Micah’s glass from nerveless fingers,Jonathan set it beside his own,then resettled himself on the couch.Had he just moved closer?Micah wasn’t sure.Suddenly things were moving way too fast for him to keep up.Just how much had he had to drink today?Too much,or maybe not enough.

When he reached for his glass,though,Jonathan caught Micah’s hand and laced his fingers through Micah’s.His touch was warm,gentle,firm—everything Micah wanted,everything he needed.Staring at their entwined hands,Micah cleared his throat and said,“Don’t fuck with me,Jon.I want this too much.If this is funny to you,just stop now.”

Jonathan shifted closer on the couch—this time Micah saw him move,and he felt Jonathan’s knee press heavily against his thigh.“How long have we known each other?”Jonathan asked.

With his friend so damn close,touching him so tenderly,Micah couldn’t think.“How long have I worked at Patterson?”