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Chapter 8

He pictured Jonas smiling at him as he handed them over. Maybe he should wrap them, or perhaps he should hide them in Jonas’ desk so it would be a surprise when he opened the drawer.

Grinning, he stretched in the chair. Tomorrow they’d go out to eat, then maybe Abe could ask Jonas over for dinner in a couple of days, show him his cabin.

Argh, what was he doing? So far Jonas hadn’t seemed keen on spending time with him. What if he had someone? He removed his feet from the table and got up. Perhaps he had a partner. A husband. There hadn’t been a ring on his finger, so hopefully no husband.

Putting the empty beer bottle on the kitchen counter, he grabbed one of the moving boxes and began unpacking. There weren’t many boxes left now. Right as he picked up a heavy cookbook he seldom looked in, the phone rang—Brian. Abe grimaced and put the phone on the kitchen table without answering.

He didn’t have the energy for Brian right now.