Chapter 9
No way to tell how many minutes ticked by while Jay sat staring at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror, struggling with a decision he’d already made. He rose out of the trance when the image shifted, making him blink, vision out of alignment, as if he saw double.
Not double. The larger shape overshadowing his belonged to Dean. The man had entered the room and quietly stood behind him. Dean never ceased to surprise Jay by how such a big man moved so silently. Dean wore nothing but boxers. Jay met Dean’s gaze in the mirror.
“Away with the fairies?” The question behind Dean’s words was not as carefree as it sounded.
Maybe best to leave this discussion to another day. Then again, the scissors gave him away. He moved to reach for them, stopped. Sliding them into a drawer wou
