Chapter 67

“I have the feeling it’ll only get worse the longer we put it off.” Colin leaned over to kiss his cheek, letting his mouth linger as he whispered, “I know you can do this.”

Grady closed his eyes and let the heat from Colin’s mouth and words sink in. Colin had faith in him. Now he just had to muster the faith in himself.

The lock turned easily, the door swinging silently open. The distant strains of some early Clapton drifted from the living room.

“Crap,” Grady muttered. “That’s not good.”

“Do you have something against Clapton?”

“That’s my father’s ‘everyone’s an idiot but me’ music.” He closed the door carefully behind them. “That’s usually my cue to avoid him for the next month.”

“Do you want me to wait here? Oliver might not want to talk about this if I’m in the room.”

“No, you’re here now. And you’re my corroborating witness in case he tries to deny anything.” A deep breath didn’t actually do much except stall another couple seconds. “Okay, let’s do this.”