Chapter 13As Gideon helped Jesse out of the Corvette in front of the apartment building, Chicago whispered in his ear. Welcome home. Come and play…
The call was familiar, a dream he’d had more than once in the past forty years. He would never deny the desire he had to return to what were simpler times, before grief and guilt had destroyed everything he’d known. But the warm body pressed into his side, the long arm curled around his waist, holding on to Gideon as he helped him inside, was all he needed to remember why it wasn’t worth it to dwell on what could have been.
This wasn’t his Chicago. It never would be. In less than twenty-four hours, he’d roll into his own bed, with the lovers he’d chosen to share his existence with, and for the first time in decades, he would be able to tell h
