Chapter 31

Looking up from the magazine, Dante grins at Ryan. “How much do you think I’m worth?” he jokes.

Ryan’s smile falters. It’s stuff like that,he thinks, staring at his friend, that makes me think you want more than this.Is this just the way he is, this open, this flirtatious? Or does he mean something by it? Ryan wishes he knew.

“I’m just kidding,” Dante says, sitting up. He climbs across the bed to look at his makeshift sports card on the computer screen. At the edge of the mattress he reaches out, leans on the back of Ryan’s wheelchair to support himself, his hand resting lightly against Ryan’s shoulder. “I like it. Do you?”