Silence accompanied them on the walk to the parking lot. Samson made more than one attempt to talk, opening his mouth only to close it a heartbeat later. Anything he planned to say sounded wrong, dying on his lips before it was given breath. He struggled, though, with grasping the end of things, refusing to believe they were officially over. Anger had a way of getting a man to say things out of spite.
Still…
Samson wondered what he’d do if it was true, if he’d accept the end and move on or find a way to make it right. Easy enough. Linus wants to get married. Give him a ring. He glanced at his beloved out of the corner of his eye. He loved absolutely everything about Linus, from his hazel eyes to his sandy hair, the strong cut of his jaw and the softness of his smile. He even loved Linus’
