King watched Jax and Sarah on the darkened dance floor. His friend was holding the woman like she was the most wondrous thing in the world – and for Jax, she was. King felt a huge ache of loneliness building up inside him. He wanted Naomi to look at him the way that Sarah looked at Jax. He wanted her to step into his embrace, to rest her head on his chest, to just give over. He wanted her to be close to him. To trust him.
He thought about his parents now. They’d just celebrated their fortieth wedding anniversary, and King and his siblings, Oscar and Lori, had planned a huge party. Dinner, drinking, dancing. King had stood and watched his Mom and Dad dance that night, their arms wrapped tight around each other, moving together, smiling and chatting quietly, and he knew that he was looking
