Chapter 7
Dinner was at a Japanese restaurant management bought for the night. The flight had been long and uneventful, and Ian kept those damn shades on the whole time, so Corey was never quite sure if he were awake or asleep. So he stayed in his own seat by the window and watched Ian, and wondered if he’d ever get the chance to speak to him. About the night before. About this morning. s**t, at this point Corey wanted anything, even a comment about the weather, something to show him Ian knew he still existed.
And now this. Ian sat across the table next to Dean, who nursed his third Long Island iced tea of the evening and laughed at something Kate had said that Corey missed because he was too busy being bitter. He hated Japanese food, the slimy uncooked pieces of fish that Dean gobbled l
