Garrett’s question filled the interior of the car. Eron rolled down his window to let some of Garrett’s evident anger escape. A breeze blew through but didn’t make the cab any cooler.
Lassiter, what are you thinking?
He didn’t understand the hold that Garrett had on him. If Garrett had been a woman, Eron would have no problem grabbing what he wanted. The issue was that Garrett was a man. Eron had suppressed his feelings for other men for nearly twenty years.
This draw is probably just lust.
Not that he couldn’t sleep with Mary Ellen anytime he wanted, but he didn’t, and he knew why.
The answer he’d come up with in the morning somehow no longer fit. He had intended to apologize for what had happened at the wedding, put the wedding behind them, and move forward. Now that Uncle George wa
