Chapter 22

“I’ve had enough of the dating service.” Grant sat back up, squared his impossibly broad shoulders, and looked directly into Craig’s eyes. “I’m willing to try the good old-fashioned way and ask for what I want.”

Craig swallowed; he was at work, on the floor even. He should do something. Be anywhere, but he couldn’t turn away. Fierce hope, a match to the look in Grant’s eyes, burned bright in his chest and trembled in his voice. “And what do you want?”

Grant reached out and took Craig’s right hand in his. He rubbed the palm slightly with his thumb, lips curled in a wry grin. “I’m beginning to think that it’s you.”

“Oh God,” Craig breathed. The trembling had spread from his voice to his entire body, and with his knees unwilling to support him, he fell into the chair Grant’s lunch date had abandoned, his forgotten order pad still clutched tight.

Grant laced his fingers through Craig’s, his grip tightening. “Will you go out with me, Craig?”