Chapter 13

By the time he’d taken several pictures of Shay, he’d relaxed some. Just because Lance had betrayed him didn’t mean everyone was out to get him—and Shay had been good to him. Bradley would have to learn to trust again at some point.

“Yeah, it’s Lance,” he admitted at last, then before Shay could speak, “You have any more of those frames you could pose with?”

“No, but I’ve got chunks of comb we could assemble on a board.” Shay didn’t pressure him to continue. “If you’re comfortable going into my house again.”

Bradley shrugged. He had nothing against going into Shay’s house again, so he followed him back and leaned against the kitchen counter as Shay pulled out a wooden board and honey in various states, then brought it to the table to assemble it all.