Chapter 3
Max was looking forward to dinner with Deacon, even though he knew it could end up being just that—dinner with a new friend. He refrained from telling Jack about it. Jack had spent the last two years lobbying, as Max thought of it, for him to get out and find someone. Max didn’t want to get his nephew’s hopes up that he had, until there was a reason to.
Apparently, Max wasn’t as good at keeping it a secret as he thought.
Saturday morning, he and Jack were just finishing breakfast when Jack said, “Do you want to tell me what’s going on? You seem happier than you have been in forever.”
“Come on, it hasn’t been that long.”
“Max, it has. I’m not saying you’ve been unhappy, but the last couple of days you’ve been smiling at nothing.”
“Not at nothing.” Max replied, smiling.
“See
