Chapter 16

“Why can’t you go to West Virginia with him?” Hank asked.

Craig glanced at Mitchell, their eyes meeting. “I would follow him anywhere,” he admitted softly. “All he has to do is ask.”

Hank said something, but at that moment, every cell in Craig’s body was focused on Mitchell. His cheeks pinked up as he held Craig’s gaze and he bit his lower lip. Craig squeezed his hand and swallowed hard.

A few more people joined them, but Craig was lost in Mitchell’s eyes. Frozen to his seat. He couldn’t move. He could barely breathe.

“What are you doing?” Mitchell whispered, his pupils black as night.

Craig’s heart thundered in his ears. “What do you think I’m doing?” he asked, licking his lips.

Mitchell leaned in until his mouth was almost touching Craig’s ear. “I think you’re messing with their heads.”

Craig squeezed his hand again. Shit. I can’t tell him the truth right here. Can I?