Hank eyed the biscuits he had made, lined up on baking pans and ready to go into the oven. They would accompany the broccoli soup Ollie was busy preparing. The rhythmic thwack of Ollie’s knife against the butcher’s block as he diced potatoes was a comforting sound. It was nice, the two of them being alone in the kitchen, working as a team. It felt comfortable and harmonious.
He relished this time with Ollie without having to share him with Rose and Addison. It was all the more precious because he knew the two ladies of the house would be up and about soon, and everything would change.
He had told Ollie. Everything. All the bad stuff. All the good. He had revealed himself, laid himself open and vulnerable. Taken a chance. And Ollie had not judged him or seen him differently. It was a more
