Chapter 7Des forced a smile on his face, thought his gut twisted nervously, when Shayne’s grandfather opened the front door to him. “Hi, Gramps.”
Shayne’s grandfather had told Des he might as well call him Gramps like Shayne did.
Gramps smiled. “Come in. Jan’s still cutting hair.”
He stepped inside. “And Shay?”
“He’s around here somewhere.” Gramps walked back to the couch and sat to read his paper.
Des knew he couldn’t delay talking to Shayne about his choices any longer. He’d spent nearly every night with Shayne for the last two weeks and he’d felt like a heel. Other than the first night when he’d taken Shayne out to dinner, they’d spent their time hanging out at Shayne’s.
His family had barely seemed to notice his absence at least, wrapped up as they were in their own lives. It had
