Chapter Thirteen
Grant put his phone down and looked at the glass of whiskey he’d just poured. It had seemed just the thing he needed when he walked into an empty house after a ridiculous excuse for a meeting.
Now, he reconsidered. Would they be in the mood to play? Was he? Not at the moment, but he couldn’t discount the fact that when they were all together, the mood had a way of finding him.
He took two more glasses down, and split the drink into thirds. It didn’t amount to much, so he added a splash to each glass as he heard the door open.
“Honey, we’re home,” Jesse sang out.
“I’m in the kitchen,” he called out, just the sound of his man’s voice finally bringing a smile to his face. He pulled a plate down, grabbed a fork and napkin. He flipped the coffee maker on, as well as the el
