Chapter 12
Joey had been eagerly anticipating the call for dinner. From previous trips across the North Sea, he knew the ferries provided one hell of a good feed. Throughout the meal, he could tell Kevin was happy, if a little subdued. He guessed the man sat opposite him—stealing loving glances whenever he thought Joey wasn’t looking—hadn’t had that many happy times.
As he returned the smiles, Joey recalled some of the things Kevin had told him as the pair had lain in bed that morning. The man had quaked with fear that he was going to be rejected. It had caused something deep inside Joey to hurt at seeing his pup so torn up. If only he could understand what a terrific bloke he really is, Joey mused as he laid down his knife and fork, his appetite now somewhat blunted.
Joey’s heart ache
