Chapter 45

“When you decide to do something…” Max murmured when they parted.

“This may sound silly,” Deacon replied, “but I’ve dreamed about what it would be like to kiss you.”

“Seriously?”

“Very seriously.” Deacon kissed him again, closed-mouthed but still telling in its intensity. When it ended, a smile lit up his face. “Nice. I knew kissing you would be. Now…” He tapped Max’s nose. “Someone mentioned coffee?”

If he’d been younger, and female, Max might have floated euphorically into the kitchen—metaphorically, at least.As it was, he replied, “I did,” then led the way there, not even trying to hide the elation he was feeling.

As they waited for the coffee to brew, Deacon asked, sounding worried now, “Did I move too fast?”

Max cocked his head. “Why would you think that?”

“Well…after all you’ve been through with Tony…I mean, maybe, when you think about that, you won’t want to take a chance on letting another man…me…into your life as more than a friend.”