Chapter 7
Summer was wonderful, not like those long, sweltering days he’d endured in the city. No. It was much cooler in Davenport. Days and days of sunny, clear blue skies, and temperatures that rarely went over thirty degrees Celsius. Everything stayed green and life was comfortable.
No more was spoken of the night he and Mick had almost kissed. Mick being Mick simply behaved as though it had never happened, although Benjamin could not so easily forget such a close encounter. Nor did he want to. In fact, the memory of it fuelled his wank fantasies for some weeks afterwards.
Fortunately, there was still plenty of work for Mick to do. Maintaining the lawns and gardens took up the bulk of Mick’s time. There was now a small orchard at the back of the chicken coop and the vegetable garden
