Ansel pulled back, looking away. He’s told me more than once he’s quite happy being out here on his own, living his life the way he wants, with no boundaries, no rules, I guess. So does he mean it? That he’d like my company as he put it? Does he honestly want me to stay? Or was it a spur of the moment reply that he’ll begin to regret if I do?
“Hardly an enthusiastic response,” Ansel replied, turning his gaze back to Hugh.
“Okay. How about, I’d be devastated if you didn’t. Or, I’d love it if you did. Or, damned straight I’ll let you. I don’t think I could stop you, when it comes right down to it. Or…”
“Okay, okay, I get the picture. You really do want me here.”
“Yeah, I do. Very much.”
Taking a deep breath, Ansel said, “You realize, if I stay, things might get personal. Saying I’m attr
