Chapter 4
Drew waited nervously in the front room of his parents’ home. He didn’t feel twenty-seven, but seventeen. Like he was waiting for the guy he had a crush on to go to the movies with him.
Mark was just a friend. He’d made that clear enough. Still, Drew fidgeted as he waited to be picked up. He’d dressed in navy slacks and a brown buttoned-down shirt. He’d combed his hair a dozen times, and then ran his hands through the unruly mess a few times.
“Are you going to pace the whole time you are waiting?” his stepdad asked coming into the room, smiling. He held a mug of tea in his hand.
“No, yes, maybe.”
“Want some tea?”
Drew shook his head. “No time to drink it.”
“This man is important to you, isn’t he?”
“We’re just friends, John.”
John nodded. “Right. I’ve never seen you pace
