Chapter 25
Jack had asked Tom to have dinner with him at his house. He hoped to bring up the possibility of his lover coming over this weekend. Tad and Becca would be staying with him, and he really wanted Tom to become comfortable with his kids.
Besides, Tad was fifteen now, and Becca was twelve, and they were old enough to accept Jack’s friendship with Tom.
The problem was, although Jack had finally come up with a good way to bring it up, Tom had been…not exactly dragging his feet, but not jumping in whole-heartedly.
“You did a great job with dinner, buddy,” Tom said as he put the top on the butter dish and went to the fridge to put it away.
“You liked the chicken?”
“Didn’t I just say you did a great job?” Tom reached up to nibble on the side of Jack’s neck, but even on his toes, h
