Chapter 4

“Light bulbs, remember?”

Henry grumbled inwardly as he nodded at his boss and went to work on the light bulbs. He didn’t look up until he turned down the right aisle and there was Jamey setting up the step ladder, next to a flat cart loaded with boxes and boxes of bulbs.

“Henry, right? Carlene said I should help you with the bulbs, yeah? Start handing me the Phillips 250s right there, okay?”

Henry nodded and then grabbed the first box and handed it up to Jamey, close enough to notice the curve of Jamey’s neck, the brightness and softness of his red hair, his freckled skin, those startling blue eyes. He inhaled Jamey’s scent again.

“I was thinking about your dream,” Henry croaked, as he handed up the next box.

“Yeah?”

“The dream about running in a store?” Henry passed the bulbs up to Jamey’s waiting hands