Chapter 74

The phone connection had been spotty at best, and that had been a good thing. Gerry knew his voice had been an anxious mess when he’d answered. London was still a long way away, and as much as one could wipe away an old memory, traces of it still managed to exist.

“A visit,” he’d finally agreed to, using both weeks of available holidays and managing to coerce a few more days out of Manon as well. Not that they both hadn’t known that Manon would have caved in if they’d decided to get Mark involved in the request. Gerry wasn’t the only one that had waited years for Mark to come along. The only difference was that Manon hadn’t known he was waiting. He was holding on just as hard as Gerry now that he did know, though.

June was a perfect time to be in London, it seemed. The fabled rain was all but nonexistent and it was great to be back in Mark’s arms again. Two and a half weeks went by way too quickly.