Epilogue
I couldn’t help pacing as I waited for Cooper to get home. He was late, but that wasn’t unusual. In the past two years, I’d learned to expect it. Working security wasn’t always an eight-hour job, and since Josef’s House was a shelter for at-risk LGBT youth, Cooper was always needed. His boss was wonderfully accommodating, but Cooper took his job seriously. He knew what he did was important.
Today, though, I wished Cooper had been a little more anxious to get home. I’d been planning this for weeks, and I knew there was a chance Cooper wouldn’t have adhered to my mental time table. I could have told him I’d been planning something, and he would have come home on time, but that would have ruined the surprise.
Things hadn’t been perfect between us. There’d been a lot of relearning
