Chapter 10

When they got to the lot, Deacon said, “I’ll see you Sunday.”

“We never settled on a time,” Max pointed out.

“I close at six. Let’s say seven. That’ll give me time to go home and change.”

“Seven it is. I’ll meet you there,” Max replied. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me, too,” Deacon said as he got into his car. “See you then.”

As he drove home, Max wondered why he’d agreed to what was, essentially, a date. Because it’s time I started living again, and he’s a nice guy? Probably. Nothing may happen, other than having a new friend. If so, there’s not a damned thing wrong with that. 3

Max was looking forward to dinner with Deacon, even though he knew it could end up being just that—dinner with a new friend. He refrained from telling Jack about it. Jack had spent the last two years lobbying, as Max thought of it, for him to get out and find someone. Max didn’t want to get his nephew’s hopes up that he had, until there was a reason to.