Chapter 45

They worked together in the kitchen, making scrambled eggs with mushrooms, red peppers, and onions. Dustin liked having V8 in the morning, but Raf didn’t care for it, so he poured Raf orange juice before they sat down to a great breakfast.

It all felt so wonderfully normal and domestic. He’d never had breakfast with another man in his kitchen before Raf, but it didn’t seem weird. Indeed, it felt right, which waved a big red warning flag in his mind. If everything seemed so perfect, was it reality? Would things always stay like this? God, maybe he was overthinking things. He wasn’t a “relationship” kind of guy, so this felt all new to him.

Soon, they headed down the highway in Raf’s truck. Only a few fluffy clouds dotted the pale blue sky. The sun hadn’t risen too high yet, but its rays would beat down on Rain Valley in no time.

“Out with it.”

Dustin frowned. “Out with what?”

“You’re quiet. Did I do or say something?”