Chapter 26

He had been an idiot that morning, and he knew it. He wouldn’t be able to relax until he set things right again—in person.

Although it seemed like forever, only a little less than an hour had passed when Sean spied Arliss coming up Ashland. The younger man seemed lost in his thoughts and certainly unaware that Sean was watching. The sight gave Sean a moment of voyeuristic thrill as he took him in—his long, gangly limbs, wide stride, broad shoulders, and the covering of pale brown stubble on his face. His platinum hair moved in the wind, at least what there was of it on this humid day. He wore a wrinkled light blue linen shirt, white cargo shorts, and a pair of blue and white flip-flops. His tan provided a perfect contrast to his nearly white hair.

Sean stood up as Arliss neared the apartment. He waved down to him. “Stay right there. I’ll buzz you in.”