Chapter 20
Luke’s house was lit up like a Christmas tree, and the kitchen door was open before Jason had even stopped the car. Shane felt exhausted and cold, and he couldn’t feel his toes, but he slid out of the car and into Luke’s hug with a gratefulness that ached in his chest.
“Come on,” Luke whispered, squeezing him tight despite Jason’s presence. Shane couldn’t bring himself to care. Jason’s words were itching along his skin, unable to burrow in and settle, and he felt shaky and close to some kind of an edge. “Come on,” Luke repeated. “Come with me.”
Shane let himself be led—right into the house, up the stairs, and into the bathroom. The counter was piled high with towels; Luke switched on the shower, ramped up the temperature, and slid both arms around Shane’s waist. Shane sagged
