Chapter 6
“Thank you for understanding,” Neal said for the fourth time. “I really thought you’d never want to speak to me again.”
Hayden pushed his glasses up and glanced down as warmth crept into his cheeks. “I’ll admit I was a bit freaked when you didn’t come into the coffeehouse or answer my texts.” He desperately wanted to ask for the details but was torn. Maybe that would be prying. Hayden settled for a more general question. “How was your trip?”
Neal reached across the table and took Hayden’s hand. “I am so sorry.”
Laughing, Hayden said, “Forgiven.” He tilted his head and smirked. “This one time.”
“My trip was—what’s a polite way of saying this? Interesting.” Neal let go of Hayden’s hand and picked up the menu, looking it over as he talked. “I think I told you before I’m not dir
