Chapter 18The text message from his sister that broke into an early morning session went ignored.
Dakota considered turning the phone off entirely. He had at least four hours before anyone expected him to be out of bed. And he and Gage could do without any more interruptions. Before the buzzing startled him awake, Gage had been speaking about how he always hoped he’d meet someone like Dakota. How a kind man—not unlike himself but different in all the right ways—would sweep him off his feet, take care of him, and, most importantly, love the hell out of him.
He’d heard these words before, in real life, at least twice. But he never tired of it. The idea that he was everything Gage always wanted, that he managed to still be what he needed, even after everything he went through. Even after de
