“What, no candles?” Ian teased as he helped Jordan set out the cardboard packaging that held the food. He wrote the joke off as a flat-line when Jordan merely gave him a sideways look and got up to get plates and forks.
The drive had been quiet and longer than he’d expected. While he knew where he’d been, and knew where he was going, the thirty-five minutes it took to get from ‘A’ to ‘B’ still surprised him. It must have been one hell of a bus ride, especially for what had to be nothing more than a minimum wage job. He doubted Jordan gave the concept a second thought though. When he saw the way that Jordan picked up the sleeping Cole, how Cole was carried and laid into bed, it was more than obvious that Jordan’s world rotated around the little guy. There was no question in Ian’s mind that
