Chapter 4Flynn stared. Darling? Caspian Cook called him darling? He forced himself to recover from the shock. “The bookshelf, sofa, and bed. I was thinking yesterday, I could saw them into manageable pieces, but sawing by hand…I’ve never been good with tools.”
He almost hoped he’d crack a joke about him being girly, or something about how he should know how to handle tools…anything to put him back into the bigot-corner.
“You can’t destroy good furniture, Flynn.” Caspian shook his head. “You might not want them, but somewhere there might be someone who needs a bookshelf or a sofa. Someone who can’t afford to buy one in a store.”
It was scary to look at someone so much like Blade who showed compassion. Flynn didn’t know what to do. He wanted to run, wanted away from Caspian, and yet he wa
