They both broke free from their new distractions at the same time. Dario smiled at him. “How long do the Sunday services usually last?”
“Not too much longer.” As he spoke, Reverend Peck’s voice broke through the murmurs filling the church, calling the congregation back to order. Before Dario could turn away, Shawn added, “I’m glad you liked the chili fries, though.”
“I’m glad you ordered them.”
Dario took his seat once again, thankful that they only had the benediction left. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, and a part of him expected to feel light fingers on the back of his neck. Fingers that would trace the curve of his ear, caress the line along his collar. Billy Ray had never minded that he came in from the fields covered in sweat and dust, and when he’d try to jerk away, Billy would catch him and hold him in place. He’d lean over Dario’s back and whisper in his ear, “Keep your eyes closed.”