Chapter 23

“Why did I invite him? I was drunk,” Mitch answered.

Craig’s jaw twitched, and he kept his eyes on the road. “I know that. But why did you invite him? What did you say to him?”

Shit. He wants to know what I texted.

Mitch shrugged, going for nonchalance and knowing he was failing. “Who knows why I did it. Like I said, I was drunk.” He turned to look out the window as they drove in silence. He wasn’t really sure why Craig was so upset anyway or why he’d insisted on it just being the two of them. Yes, they were best friends and it was a way to say goodbye, but didn’t he know Mitch couldn’t say goodbye? That Craig was taking his heart with him when he moved to California?

Last night, when Craig had asked Mitch to go with him to California, he’d known Craig hadn’t meant it. He was just going to miss their friendship. But Mitch had images of sharing the apartment, their life, together, not as roommates, but as lovers—even husbands someday.