“You all right?” Jordan asked. “You’re real quiet.”
It seemed to be the only time Cole didn’t mind being held—when he’d fallen fast asleep. And as Jordan stood in the entrance of the living room, with Cole in his arms, Cole’s flushed face against Jordan’s chest, it made Ian’s own chest swell with something too close to pain. He didn’t want to lose this: not Jordan, not Cole, not the way he felt when the three of them were together.
“We’ll talk after you put Cole to bed. Go on, before you pull your back.”
“You want one of these beers?” Jordan called out minutes later.
He shook his head, not caring that Jordan couldn’t see him. “I brought scotch. It’s in the cupboard with the glasses. I’ll have one of those if you don’t mind. Help yourself to whichever.”
“I’ll stick with the beer,” Jord
