Chapter 8Time passed with interminable slowness. Days became weeks and weeks turned to months. Zander made sure to visit Foss on as many weekends as he could—which still weren’t as many as he’d like.
Finally he was sure everything was in place and drove to up to Taupo. Each time he’d gone back, Foss looked paler and thinner and coming back home made Zander feel like he’d cut out his own heart. But no more.
Zander hadn’t bothered booking a hotel and went straight to the marina, parking there, knowing Foss would be waiting aboard his cabin cruiser.
Sure enough the boat was in her berth and Zander gave up trying to keep to a dignified walk. Instead he took to his heels and ran to the boat. The moment he boarded, Foss wrapped him in a tight embrace and Zander hugged him back with equal stre
