“No, no, no. I keep telling you. I’m not Lync.”
“For which I’m eternally grateful.” All Wheat knew about Lync was what Laurie had told him and that Adam wanted him more than he wanted Wheat. But Laurie…Laurie made it more than clear he wanted Wheat.
He proved it by kissing Wheat right there in the great room, and Wheat’s grin broadened.
“What are we going to do about the charcoal?” Laurie asked. “Let it burn out on its own?”
“Yes. But if Althea has some coffee in her supplies, we have an old percolator in the kitchen, and we can brew a pot in the charcoal.”
“We never did that.”
“I learned how when—”
“Come on, guys,” Jo said. “We’re starving.”
Laurie placed the platter on the table in the breakfast nook, and Wheat had to admit he was relieved. Had he really wanted to confess exactly how he’d learned?
“Why don’t you get started?” Wheat looked around. “Where’s Mother?”
“She decided to have her tea in the bedroom where your father is.”