Chapter 11
David drove deliberately and carefully giving the road his full attention. It was better than paying attention to the man sat beside him. Christ, but he was stupid sometimes. The last thing he needed was to involve himself with someone. He had absolutely nothing to give and all this could lead to was grief.
Jeremy sat close enough to feel the warmth from his body, but very determinedly not touching him, looking pale, tired, and anxious. Every line of his body screamed tension. David knew he was a master of the art of shutting people and things out of his life. In those moments at the inn where Jeremy had walked out without a word, he had shut him out. He had to. Now, he found he was having the damnedest time letting him back in. He still wasn’t sure if he should, or even if he
