Chapter 4
Justin sat in front of Brad’s desktop computer, waiting for it to power on. Next to him was a paper plate with a half-eaten slice of cheese pizza on it.
Brad stuck his head out of the kitchen. “You want milk and sugar in your tea?”
“No, I’ve become Americanized. Actually, if you have green tea, I’d prefer that.”
Brad nodded. “Coming right up.”
Justin clicked on the internet icon and punched in the address for his email account. Neither he nor Brad had bothered getting fully dressed. In fact, they were both only wearing terry cloth robes. Of course, Brad being so tall, the robe Justin wore swam on him. He didn’t mind. It smelled spicy and masculine, just like Brad.
Brad came out of the kitchen carrying two steaming mugs of tea. He set one next to Justin’s paper plate and the
