Chapter 7Brad offered Smithy a coffee.
“Are you having one?”
Brad shook his head. “I think I need something a little stronger.”
Smithy grinned. “I’ll have one of whatever you’re having then.”
“Nothing for me, thanks,” added Devon.
Smithy snickered.
“What?” asked Brad.
Smithy shook his head. “Your houseguest made a joke.”
Brad continued into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of what looked like whisky. Devon knew Brad was a whisky man, as he himself had been when he was…living.
Smithy took a great gulp of his drink. “What do you want to do?”
Devon looked at Brad, his heart heavy. How could he be parted from Brad now? After all the time it had taken them to get to know each other.
Please, Brad.
He stared at the man, his eyes roaming the length of Brad’s torso, carefully e
