Chapter 21
It was midafternoon when Jarod first stirred. His head pounded as if someone had beaten him with a baseball bat, both inside and out. He rubbed his hands over his face, and the bed moved.
Jarod brushed a kiss on Ty’s forehead. He looked at peace, rolled into a ball, snuggled tightly in the blanket.
Jarod got off the bed, not wanting to wake Ty. Jarod needed a little time by himself to get his head on straight.
He headed for the kitchen. The coffee pot set up and ready to go, he moved to the French doors, taking in the view—the sun shining, the birds singing, and the sky blue. How can everything outside appear so perfect when everything inside is such a mess?
He poured some coffee, then sat at the table.
What the hell had happened the night before? He’d been asking himself
