Epilogue
Three Months Later
Dave sat down on the futon and loosened his tie. He turned and watched Danny take their jackets and sling them over a chair. The leather-bound degree was still in Danny’s hand.
Dave smiled. Watching Danny accept his doctorate that afternoon had been one of the sweeter moments of his own life. “Hey, Dr. Wong, come over here.”
Danny looked at him, his large gentle eyes registering the appreciation in Dave’s gaze. He set the degree on the coffee table and sank onto the futon next to him. It was only six-thirty, the spring evening wafted sweet air through the open window, and they’d already finished the celebration dinner with Danny’s family. Meg was coming over a little later to hang out with them, but for now, they had this time.
Dave reached over and touched
