Brad froze into absolute stillness. He forgot to breathe. Of all the things he’d have thought Nate might say to him, even after all the impossibilities Nate had already unloaded on him…
Brad couldn’t allow himself to examine his reaction to this. Not yet.
Across from him, Nate clenched his fists and took another, shaky breath, looking alarmingly like Brad’s sister did when she had one of her infrequent panic attacks.
“The man – he said, to me,” Nate rushed on, stumbling over his words, “that I would never find anything again like you, and he was right, but he meant you as Bri – as a woman. And you, you said to me that I loved you, but you said it was only because you were a woman, that I couldn’t love you as – as you. And we all – him, you, me – we all assumed that that was true, becaus
