Chapter 8

Busy night. Not unusual for a Friday, and a good way to keep a distracted mind busy. In the kitchen, Dexter sat at the counter with his co-worker, Gabe, who’d very kindly been letting him chew his ear off about Colin all night.

“Have you ever had a conversation with the dude?” he asked Dexter.

“No.”

“And you’re in love with him?”

“Love at first sight?”

Gabe snorted and searched around for something to throw at him. A dishrag ended up in Dexter’s face.

“You’re too much.”

Dexter whined. “Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating my feelings slightly. But, fuck me, Gabe, I’ve never seen anyone like this kid.”

“God damn, Dex, I can’t wait to see him.”