He’d even started to get used to being waited on. Now, Grey was reading a book, sitting in the opposite corner of the main room and hardly making a sound. Dylan pretended to watch an old movie on his TV, but saw only a vague blur of color and motion and a distant buzz of sound. His gaze and attention kept drifting.
Grey got up, carefully set down the book, and went into the kitchen. He came back with two mugs of fresh coffee and put one on the table by Dylan’s recliner.
Dylan turned to look at him—really look—which he’d been trying to avoid. He covered Grey’s empty hand with his own after the other man released the mug. “Are you ready to stop playing games and do what we both want?”
Grey’s eyes widened for an instant. “Do…uh…stop…uh… What do you mean?”