Chapter 11
Jack closed the door behind the doctor, but not before he’d seen a curtain twitch in the house next door. He sighed. Tom wasn’t going to be happy that Mrs. Wiggins had been witness to the late-night activity going on in his house.
What a night.
Oh, well. He’d worry about the nosy woman the next morning.
He went to check on his friend. Tom was frowning in his sleep, and Jack sat beside him, stroking his hair and shoulder. “It’s okay, buddy.”
“Jack?”
“Yeah. It’s me.”
Tom opened his eyes. They were foggy from the drug. “Sorry…”
“I didn’t mean to wake you. Let me make you a little more comfortable, then you can go back to sleep.” Jack helped his friend sit up, enjoying the muscular feel of Tom in his arms, more so than he’d ever enjoyed the softness of a woman, he realized.
