Chapter 18

When Jarrett tensed to rise, Eli retreated the rest of the way, sliding off the bed to wait. Jarrett imagined he could still feel the weight on his shoulder, the imprint permanent rather than as fleeting as it probably had been. He wanted it back. But wanted was a lot different than should.

He realized when he stepped out of his bedroom that he wore only his boxer briefs, but it was too late to do anything about it. Grabbing sweats now would draw attention to the fact he was very aware of their respective semi-nudity. His best choice was not to stare at a similarly attired Eli and go straight to the door.

His jaw clenched when he saw who was on the other side. As noiselessly as possible, he grabbed Eli’s arm and guided him back to the bedroom.

“Get all your stuff and hide in my closet,” he said, his tone as low as he could pitch it

Eli’s eyes widened. In that moment, he looked impossibly young and innocent. “Who is it?”