Chapter 5
When Makai finished, he reached for his glass of wine, his mouth slightly dry, and was dismayed to find the glass empty. He’d have to get up for more, but there was another matter to address first. Toward the end, when he recited the last handful of sentences, Nolan had untangled himself and sat up, his gaze fixated on the fire; which at this point could use a good stoking. Makai quietly closed the book, fighting back the urge to clear his throat. The doubt he thought gone once again reared its ugly head.
What if reading that passage, a day that meant so much to him, had somehow shifted things between them?
You’ve gone and lost your mind, Makai mentally chastised himself, it’s not like you haven’t said those words again since that day.
And it was true, they’d both uttered the
