Chapter 2“If you’re looking for some kind of reconciliation, forget it,” Harker said to Kel without further preamble once they were inside. He carried his groceries directly into the kitchen.
It was a simple, rectangular kitchen but was a bright sunny yellow with a breakfast bar. Seemed to suit Harker anyway, Kel decided.
“Why is that?” he asked, leaning across the tile of that breakfast bar to peer in at his former lover.
And Harker was cute, in a pixyish sort of way, with a mop of blond curly hair and big blue eyes that always looked wide and surprised in his pixy face. Had great cheekbones, too.
“Because I’m seeing someone. Not that you’d stand a chance anyway.”
“Wait. You are?”
Harker—Harry—gave him that little jaunty smirk that either turned Kel on or annoyed him, depending on t
