Garry wrapped his arms around Wylie from behind, pulling him against his chest. “It is. It’s one of the reasons I love living here.”
“What are the others?”
“A hell of a lot less stress than there would be living in a large city. Great people who care and are willing to help a neighbor without question in good times or bad—which is the majority of them. Ones who accept me as I am, who are also the majority, thank God. And then there’s this new guy who moved here not so long ago. I think I’m going to like having him around.”
Wylie turned in Garry’s arms to look at him, asking hesitantly, “You thinkyou will?”
“I knowI will,” Garry replied decisively. “That is if you’re planning on staying after everything that happened.”
“Of course I am!” Wylie brushed his thumb over Garry’s lips. “I have a reason to, and I do not mean Gramps’ house.”