The next few days, after his dinner with Deacon, seemed to pass too slowly—and too quickly—in Max’s opinion.
Slowly, because Max was anticipating seeing Deacon again on Sunday, even though it was only going to be for his first workout session with him.
Too quickly, because Tony was due to be released on Friday. When the day came, Max awoke at seven, wondering if Jack had remembered to turn on the security when he came home the previous evening. Of course he did. He’s not stupid, by a long shot. That didn’t stop Max from going downstairs to check. Everything was as it should be.
“You look as stressed as I feel,” Max told Jack half an hour later, when his nephew came into the kitchen for breakfast.
“I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop,” Jack replied. “Okay, not the other one, becau
