Chapter 39

“You have a life, Christensen. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. You’ve made a garden out of it. My life is a desert. There’s nothing in it to water anymore. Sometimes I hate myself for having the arrogance to ask a man like you to wait for me to make up my fucking mind and—”

“Hank, don’t.” I stood, the blood rushing through me. “Please, don’t say it’s over.”

“Chris, I can’t leave here. You know that, right? And you’ve built such a perfect world out there. So where does that leave us? I’m used to living in a desert, but how long can I ask you to go without being touched? And the idea of another man having what I can’t have with you would be enough to send me over the edge of sanity. Don’t you get it?”

“I don’t want another man. I won’t even consider it. You don’t have to torture yourself over that. I won’t—”