Chapter 11
He tapped, unsurprised no one answered, toyed with the idea of walking away, called himself a coward, and thumped harder. When Jay opened the door, the security chain bridged the gap. The two men stared at each other for too long before Jay closed the door enough to slip off the chain. He walked away, leaving the door to swing free. With slight hesitation, Dean went in. Soft light and gentle music beckoned him through to the living room. An open bottle of wine sat on the coffee table next to a single glass. Jay stood by the open door of the cabinet where he kept a small stock of alcohol and a few glasses. “Sorry. I’m out of beer or scotch. There’s plenty of wine.”
“I’m driving,” Dean said. Jay blinked before looking over. They lived so close, driving was lazy at best even on c
