Chapter 11Gael ached to kiss Ethan again. No one kissed as Ethan did. No one could reach his soul by a simple touch the way he could.
“Can I take you to lunch?”
“It’s past two o’clock.”
“Coffee then?”
Ethan watched him. “Don’t you have to get back to work?”
“Nope. I’ve been there since four this morning. I’m free for the rest of the day.” He hoped. It was rare he got called in twice in one day, but it could happen.
“I’m beat.”
“Take out and a movie?”
Ethan rubbed his neck. “What are you doing, Gael?”
“I’m, hopefully, spending time with you.”
“But why?”
Gael tilted his head to the side. “You know why.”
“You can’t waltz back into my life after seven years and think I’ve forgotten—”
“No, I don’t think you’ve forgotten, and I don’t think you ever will, but I can’t live without you
