Chapter 37

“Marty can come and pick her up.”

Noah immediately brightened. “Really?” He chuckled softly. “I’ve been saying that word a lot tonight, haven’t I?”

“You do sound a bit like a broken record.” Luke kissed the corner of his mouth, holding himself back from doing more. He had been thinking and dreaming about kissing Noah almost continuously since their trip to California. At the funeral, when he saw Noah standing near the grave, looking more confused than sad, Luke had wanted to walk up to him, bury his hand in Noah’s hair, and kiss him right there until they were both breathless. “Let me go, and I’ll call Marty.”

“Are you sure she won’t mind?”

“She’ll understand. I’ll just tell her you need some quiet time after the funeral.”

“Are we…?”

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s not important,” Noah said, taking a step back. “Go ahead and call her.”

“Not until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Nothingis bothering me. I promise you.” Noah smiled broadly. “See? No bothers.”