Chapter 3

Stephan squeezed his hand. “You won’t be having it alone. I promise.”

Eyebrow cocked, Ian asked. “What do you mean?” 3

Stephan directed Ian to the master bath, instructing him to shower while he fussed with getting breakfast together. They would discuss the situation then, and afterwards Ian could call his mom to let her know there had been a change of plans. With only a touch of protesting Ian relented, starting up the water. As soon as the door closed Stephan headed downstairs. He had already whipped up the French toast mix, Ian’s favorite morning meal, and put the first two slices in the frying pan.

His stomach flip-flopped and his heart thundered. Despite the delicious aroma of the cooking food, he wasn’t entirely sure he could must up much appetite, even once he got bacon sizzling in another pan. For while he had let Ian catch a little extra shut eye, having already heard the news about the flights, he made a call.

And a very important decision.