Chapter 73

Nodding at the second sandwich, Bobby tells him, “Eat up.” Dante doesn’t need to be told twice—he unwraps the sandwich, a warm Italian hoagie that smells of olive oil and onions, and digs in, suddenly starving. “Is it good?”

Dante nods, barely noticing when Bobby sidles closer to lean against the counter beside him. Another few hours here, two at the most, and he’ll see his boy again, he can’t wait. Though he thinks he’ll have to run home first, brush his teeth, he can’t be kissing on Ryan and tasting like capicola, thatwon’t be sexy—

Bobby’s elbow brushes his. He tries to play it off as an innocent gesture, but Dante jumps and moves over, putting some much needed distance between them. When it happens a second time, Dante stumbles over the box at his feet in an effort to get out of reach. “Careful,” Bobby says, one hand finding Dante’s hip.

“Don’t,” Dante tells him, twisting away.