Chapter 9

“Wow,” Eli said as he approached. He had to look up a little to meet Jarrett’s gaze. “I had completely forgotten how much room you take up.”

Jarrett chuckled and took Eli’s hand in greeting. His grip was strong and dry, and squeezed a beat longer than he would have expected from a colleague. Hell, it was more than what he would have anticipated from a good friend, and he stared at Eli with more than a little surprise as the pressure continued on into his wrist, then wrapped around his arm, shoulder, and upper body in what almost felt like an embrace.

“And I’d forgotten how everything that goes through your brain comes out your mouth,” he said with a smile. He was the first to pull away, and the first to slide into the booth. Eli’s knees brushed against his when he slid onto the bench opposite him, though Eli did nothing to break the brief contact. “You look good.”