Chapter 20

He set down his fork and sat back. “I’m sorry. I’m not very good company.”

“Do you want to go lie down for a while?” Michael immediately suggested.

“I can keep a plate for you, if you feel like eating later. Do you need anything else? Just let me know, and I’ll get it,” Derek added.

Avery chuckled, and Sam and Blake joined in. Michael and Derek were consummate caretakers. They both had the gene. They couldn’t help themselves, and a part of Avery loved it. He needed to be taken care of, and it was nice to have that again, however small and temporary it might be—even if it reminded him of what he no longer had. He was used to that now.

Mostly.

“I think I’ll take a shower and maybe a nap.” Avery really just wanted to be alone to think, but the rest would be good, too. “Don’t worry about leaving anything, Derek. I know your kitchen well by now, and I’m not afraid to rummage through it if I get hungry.”