Chapter 8The morning was bright and cool. With a short day of driving, they could take their time, stop for breakfast at IHOP and linger over coffee.
“How you doin?” Wayne asked. He wanted to reach out and hold Toby’s hands but chose to avoid such a public display of affection. “Any thoughts on what you wanna do?”
“Baby steps, I think.” Toby said.
“Okay, go on.”
“So, you drop me off this mornin’. I’m gonna spend some time with her, catch up on what’s been happenin’ while we been gone and then tell her I gotta talk to her about something serious. I’ma tell her that I need to share somethin’ with her that I would only tell her because I love her. I’ma make her repeat it to me—that she knows I’m only tellin’ her because I love her. I’ma tell her that ever since I was young, I knew I was g
