Chapter 18

Ray was no youngster feeling his way through relationships. Now in his thirties, he knew what he wanted and saw no point in beating around the bush. It was going to take some restraint on his part not to push Nick. But the truth was, Ray really liked him. A lot. As in maybe even…long term commitment.

Nick returned with a bottle of beer—thanks to Harold, Ray’s fridge stocked plenty now—and a glass of red wine, which he handed to Ray.

Only a week now until his parents’ anniversary dinner and still no answer from Nick. The last week they’d been together pretty much constantly. They’d decided to spend this Monday night the same way they’d spent last Monday night, with the pizza and movie. Only this time he’d gotten stuck seeing patients. Except for Wednesday and Thursday of last week, Nick had slept over at Ray’s house.

“You bring your overnight bag?” Ray asked, hoping he sounded casual.

Nick gave him one of his killer-watt smiles. “Sure did.”