Chapter 23

When we rolled off the futon, he staggered about, laughing that I’d taken the best of him. “More wine,” he said.

I opened a second bottle, determined to stay looped because I liked not being responsible for my actions. Naked in the kitchen, we stood toasting the day and ourselves.

“Here’s to fucking,” Reece declared, clinking his glass to mine, then adding, “Here’s to fucking the man I love.”

I didn’t protest his declaration. I had been abandoned, after all, and with no idea for how long. Permanently? Would Glenn show up long enough to pack his truck? “Here’s to fucking,” I repeated. “And here’s to knowing each other so well.”