Chapter Eight
It was the first time in months, he’d been away. Friends had encouraged him to take off after Kate’s funeral. But he thought diving into his work was a better balm to soothe him. By himself, reflecting and remembering could be disastrous, and that was all a vacation would bring.
This was a vacation different from the sort that his well meaning friends had in mind for him. And as far as he was concerned, they would never know about it. He felt a bit like a kid, stealing away from his parents’ house behind their back; it had been that long ago since he’d done anything this dubious and sneaky. For all those who wanted him to continue to mourn Kate, his relationship with Paige Knox would look ugly. But there was nothing ugly about what he shared with his refreshing lover.
Bry
