Chapter 6

“On the weekends I help my dad’s friend at the flea market.”

“That sounds interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever thought about buying something second hand.”

“They just don’t make stuff like they used to,” Garrett said. “For some, it’s a way to afford quality furniture.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Eron rested his arm upon the back of the bench, the touch inviting against Garrett’s back. Neither man said anything as another group of golfers went by,

“That feels good,” Garrett said. When Eron didn’t move his arm out of the way, Garrett gingerly put his hand on Eron’s knee.

Eron stilled. “So you’ve felt it, too?”

Garrett pulled his hand back. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Listen. I don’t know what’s going on and apparently you don’t either, but all I want to do right now is kiss you.”

Frozen with panic and the frankness of Eron’s words, Garrett stared, his mouth open.

The cockiness and bravado drained out of Eron’s face. “I’ve never done anything like this,” Garrett said.