Chapter 37

Fuck. What was wrong with him? He just needed to tell Mitchell how he felt. It was time. Why was he so afraid? No, he knew why he was afraid. Mitchell could still break his heart—he might not want to go to California with him.

He rushed through the shower and found the main floor empty.

“Mitchell?” he called.

Then he glanced outside and saw him talking on his phone. His eyes were narrowed and his fingers rubbed one of his temples. He didn’t look happy at all.

Craig poured another cup of coffee and settled in on the sofa, waiting for Mitchell to come back inside. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. He’d circled back to the first channel by the time Mitchell stepped back inside.

“Everything okay?”

Mitchell glanced at him but didn’t meet his eyes. “Yeah. Just…Adam asking if he left a hoodie.”

Craig looked around, even as he was sure Mitchell was lying to him. “I don’t see it.”