Chapter 12I trust you, Jack. Last night he actually said that. “But not enough.” The sound of his own voice brought tears to Brinley’s eyes, which he closed, not wishing to watch the man exit his van, though he’d spied him pull up seconds ago. A car door slamming told him Jack stood even now down below, ready to get to work. The best thing to do for his well-being was to avoid the man, at least for one day. Get used to the idea what they shared had ended.
The temptation to at least peep proved too great. Brinley opened his eyes in time to enjoy the view of Jack stripping off his shirt. Apparently, another man asked him to help lift something, and Jack expected to get hot and sweaty. As the men moved to their task, Brinley stood frozen, fascinated by the sight of bunching muscle, and Jack’
