Chapter 7
“I never thought I’d find someone who would care about me,” Michael said as he and Reid made breakfast the following morning. “Not at my age and with my background, I guess.”
“First off, thirty-two is not old. It better not be because I’m thirty-three and in my prime, as far as I’m concerned,” Reid replied. “As for your being in prison? You made something of yourself when you got out, which is what counts, so you have nothing to be ashamed of on that score.”
“Tell that to a couple of guys who ran as fast as they could when they found out,” Michael muttered.
“They were stupid. I’m glad they ran, though. I would have lost out on finding the perfect man for me if they hadn’t.”
Michael looked at him and saw the sincerity of his words in his expression, which made his pulse beat
