Chapter 3
Barnaby returned to Nathan’s room, ready to tell him he got the okay to stay with him the rest of the day, when he heard the soft snoring coming from the bed. Trying to be quiet, he tiptoed to the bed and looked down at the extremely pale man.
Biting his lip, he wondered if he should call his brother for medical advice. Should he be worried, or was it just the flu like Travis insisted? He’d been surprised how cheerful his boss sounded when he’d asked to stay. Not one hint of an argument.
He smiled a little. While it was true Nathan had seen better days, he was still as handsome as ever. His nearly black hair was a mess of curls framing his face like a fallen angel. High cheekbones, perfect aquiline nose. He’d make any girl in a fairytale sigh and every gay man weak in the knee
