Vin rested his forehead against the door after Beau closed it. His heart ached and it took every bit of his willpower not to chase his boyfriend down and be a little more insistent. The back of his throat burned. He wanted a shot of bourbon so badly his tongue swelled against the roof of his mouth and his hands clenched into fists of their own volition.
“You don’t think he’ll be okay, do you?” Lisa returned from putting Zach into his crib. The boy went to bed easily enough for a change, although he appeared to be having a conversation of nonsense words with his stuffed animals.
“I think your uncle misses his family more than he’s willing to admit. I think he’d walk through fire for the chance to make things right again.”
“Well, that sucks,” Lisa said. “Grampa’s an ass. He ain’t never go
