Chapter 4
Cole came awake savoring the warm, heavy weight on his chest. A ray of sunshine tried to poke its way under his eyelids. Squinting, he opened his eyes just a bit. Hmmm. Morning already. He tensed. Morning? s**t! He was lying there—in his union suit, no less—snuggled up with a guest. He looked around for a clock to see just how deep in trouble he was.
Uh oh. Alex was standing next to the couch, staring at Cole and Jack, an uncertain smile on his face.
Oh, God. Hoping to spare everyone just a little embarrassment, Cole whispered, “Hi. This isn’t what it looks like. We were just talking—over a mug of warm milk.”
Alex’s smile widened into a grin. “It’s okay, Mr. Cole. I know my dad’s gay. My mom,” just a small hitch in his voice, “explained it to me.”
“Well, that’s fine, but—”
