Three weeks later
Aidan slid the beer across the bar to King without a word, then he waited. He knew King was there to talk and Aidan wasn’t about to push. Carefully, he observed King, taking him in. He hadn’t been around too much lately, and Aidan had started to worry, maybe just a little bit.
King was here now, though, just walking on into the bar at four o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon like that was his normal thing. He looked uncertain and unbalanced, like he’d been hit over the head with something heavy. Then again, he had been… not literally, of course, but man. Aidan knew damn good and well that love could deliver one hell of a wallop when it wanted to.
So here King was, shifting around on his feet like a high school boy standing next to his locker and asking his crush to the pr
