Chapter 62

“I’m sorry.” Though uncertain for what he apologised, Rich put his whole heart into it. His voice fell into the cocoon of still and oddly silent space between them. “Why didn’t you tell me your fatherdied?”

Ethan didn’t reply but pulled at the front of his coat, the press studs snapping open, the sound punctuating the rainstorm. Water sprayed from Ethan’s coat, but nothing could make Rich wetter. A single step brought Ethan close enough to encircle Rich in his arms. The idea he should protest—he’d soak Ethan—slithered away as Ethan’s heat seeped into Rich’s frozen limbs. He suppressed a groan andshuddered, sliding his hands around Ethan’s waist, accepting shelter. Nothing existed outside their embrace.