Justin hadn’t had a chance to explain to Brad about the threatening letters he’d been receiving as the doctor had come to check him out and release him. He was very glad he would be leaving but that begged the question where he would stay.
Brad waited for him in the hall outside the hospital room while he changed into his clothes. The clothes he’d been wearing had been too ruined to wear so Brad had volunteered to dash out to get him something. He’d returned a few moments ago with silk boxers, jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt all in Justin’s size.
Brad peered in. “Ready?”
Justin slipped his feet into his brown loafers. At least they were intact.
“More than, actually.”
“Good. I want to ask you about the letters you mentioned.”
He nodded. “I want to talk about them too, but not here.”
