Chapter 18

There weren’t a lot of folks in the world about whom Thom would use that word, but with Justin, he felt more and more comfortable. Justin managed to get his own way more than Thom liked, and somehow Justin had a knack for getting him to go along with those ways. But maybe Justin had been right when he’d suggested that Thom might get used to him if they took things nice and slow. At the very least, they were proving to be a nice complement to each other with him as the quiet one and Justin being the chatty one, he of the nods and the mumbles and Justin of the laughter and the winding conversations. They were like the nursery rhyme about the man who ate no fat and his wife who ate no lean and how, together, they worked perfectly to clean the bone. When that was coupled with Dog running between them, inadvertently keeping people from getting too close, Thom barely felt like he was out and among people at all—not on the street, or through the market, or even standing in front of vendors.