“I didn’t realize you were ready to take that step.”
“It’s one of those things I think about in my head and intend to tell you, but never do. When…when are we going to get together again?”
Eron squeezed Garrett’s hand. “How about next weekend? Why don’t you come over and I’ll make dinner?”
“What about your housekeeper?”
“Maybe I’ll give her the weekend off. You want to plan to stay over?”
“That sounds good. Will that be our weekends? Quiet dinners in?”
Eron glanced over at Garrett and gave him a playfully annoying grin. “We could work on your golf game?”
“Or you could come and help out at the flea market.”
“You’d want me there?”
“I can always use the extra muscle to load furniture.” Garrett squeezed his flexed bicep.
“We could spend a day at the flea market and a day on the golf course in the warm weather, then dinner at one or the other’s place.”
“Maybe every once in a while we can go venture into the city?”