Chapter 8Alec sat at the kitchen table, his sore ankle propped up on another chair, when footsteps echoed on the back porch. He stiffened. There’d been no sign of Rowan since he woke up and found breakfast waiting. Considering the revelations Rowan had let drop last night, he couldn’t decide if it was good or bad he wasn’t around to grill some more.
He hadn’t seen the virgin thing coming at all.
With Rowan’s subsequent explanations, he could understand how it was possible. Still incredibly unlikely, but possible. And what a waste! Rowan should’ve been out in the world, learning what it was he wanted, what made him happy, and instead he’d been stuck on this estate, depriving himself of his dreams because of some so-called responsibility.
All right, not so-called. Alec thought he was fina
