Chapter 32

This question made even less sense than the previous one. But finding words to match the emotions roiling inside him was far more difficult than he thought it should be. “I’d never forgive myself.” His hands were shaking, so much he had to shove them into his pockets.

“Don’t do that to yourself, David.” Vince reached out and skimmed his fingers over David’s shoulder, like he wanted to grab him but thought better of the gesture at the last second. “I appreciate that you’re keeping an ear out for me, but don’t get yourself more involved than you already are.”

Just that simple gesture sent heat radiating down David’s arm. When Vince let his hand fall away, David’s followed, like he’d now been magnetized by Vince’s touch. He traced the line of Vince’s lapel, his throat tight, his flesh tighter, and though there was no contact of skin to skin, he felt closer to Vince than he had in far too long. With that closeness came a sense of unexpected calm.