Edwin hadn’t been keen on Carson’s suggestion that they catch a movie in the late afternoon. Not until Carson took Edwin’s hand with warm fingers and rested his head on Edwin’s shoulder. Then he realized what a wonderful idea it was. He didn’t pay any attention to the movie. He spent the entire ninety minutes concentrating on the heat soaking through his shirt, and the soft chuckles that came from Carson at random times. Edwin couldn’t remember the last time anybody rested their head on his shoulder—it was nice. It was more than nice. It was cozy. It felt right.
That sense of coziness continued through their meal. They chose a tiny little café, sitting at a table in the corner of the patio, and split a pitcher of beer, a huge plate of fries, and a huge, gooey dessert. The sun was low, the
