Chapter 3

Jake gestured to a two-seater couch swing on the porch before sitting there himself. Damian took the seat next to him. Their thighs touched; an unwelcome sexual jolt went straight to his cock. The day Jake buried his dad was not a day for hard-ons.

Jake ran his large hand through his dark hair. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Me either.”

“How long has it been?” Jake asked.

Damian had a feeling Jake knew exactly how long it had been. Jake didn’t miss much. He answered anyway. “Eleven years.”

“Where, I mean, do you live nearby?”

“Birmingham, actually,” Damian said. “I teach mathematics at Birmingham-Southern.”

Jake’s crystal blue eyes widened dramatically. “Really? You’re teaching? Math?”

Damian smiled. “Yeah. Well, you know math was my major in college. After the knee gave out, I looked in to teaching.”

“Wow. I guess, I don’t know, I thought you’d get into sports media or something. Like a commentator.”