*Patrick Carlos's POV*
I'd known Kelvin since he was eight years old. I'd watched James raise him from a heartbroken boy into a successful, driven man. In all those years, I'd never seen Kelvin look the way he looked now, walking into the restaurant with a beautiful young woman on his arm, his face lit up with pure happiness.
I'd come to Giuseppe's for a quiet dinner alone-my wife was visiting her sister for the weekend-but the moment I saw Kelvin, I knew my evening had just gotten more interesting.
"Kelvin!" I called out, waving him over before he could be seated.
He spotted me and his face brightened even more, if that was possible. He said something to the woman beside him, and they headed toward my table.
"Patrick!" Kelvin's handshake was warm, genuine. "I didn't know you would be
