Chapter 21

“Watch it,” Tom said, “that weapon of yours is stabbing me in the belly.”

“Make it go away.”

“I can do that, but you have to get up first.”

“I’m already up. That’s the problem.”

THEY SETTLED DOWN into a steady routine. Tom arose at the same time Noah did every morning, even though his own schedule would have allowed him to sleep later. He fixed breakfast, and after Noah went to work, he either practiced at home on the piano, or if he had students, he went down to the church to practice.

Noah was in a state of nervous excitement when he got home Wednesday afternoon and found Tom waiting for him, as usual, in bed. “You need to make a phone call, babe,” Tom said.

“Been there, done that.”

“When?”

“I used my cell phone the minute I left the office.”

“And?”

“I’m clean, what about you?”

“Clean and disease-free. Take off your clothes and come here.”

He dropped his clothes and lay down beside Tom. “I want to feel you inside me, now,” he said.