Chapter 30

I didn’t have Amadeo’s pretty boy looks, artistic talent, or money for that matter.

There was no way I could ever compete with a man like Amadeo Bruni.

But damn it, no one could ever stop me from trying.

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Later that evening, I sat up in bed, clicking around on my laptop, with a beer in my free hand. I’d come home from the hardware store with both gallons of paint, but instead of opening them, I’d opened a Budweiser.

I kept thinking of that afternoon Jack and I had spent sheltered in his wonderful apartment while the storm outside had spread its damage. I hadn’t been alone with Jack in months, because Craig had never allowed us to really spend some time together, but that afternoon, I’d spontaneously suggested to Jack we move in together. Back then, I’d convinced myself I was only looking to lower my living expenses while helping Jack get back on his feet, but I knew now—oh yes, I did—that I’d lied to myself about the real reasons behind my proposition.