Chapter 7Beck didn’t answer the doorbell or respond to Troy’s knocking. “Don’t panic,” Troy said under his breath. He decided just to take a peek, a very brief one, into Beck’s mind, just to reassure himself Beck was okay. Troy smelled wood shavings, heard the sound of a power tool, saw said tool skim over a piece of wood, and felt a deep down sense of contentment. Troy withdrew the mind connection and set off around the side of the house to Beck’s woodshop.
Sure enough, when Troy looked through the window, his man—Troy was perfectly comfortable with that label—was busy working on a dining room chair. Troy smiled, content to watch his man work. However, Beck seemed to sense his presence, looked up, smiled, set down the power tool, and approached the door.
“Hey,” Troy said, smiling goofil
