Chapter 7: The Wet Season
Four Months
Henry reached across Sam’s body to silence the man’s alarm. He peered at the time, flopped back on his pillow, and moaned.
“Why on earth did you set the alarm for six A.M.?”
Sam turned onto his side and his warm arm snaked across Henry’s chest. He nuzzled at Henry’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Maybe I have plans for you. I need to thank you properly for meeting my family last night.”
Ah. Plans. Henry could get behind some plans, even at six A.M. No reason to point out that thanks were unnecessary because Sam’s family had been fabulous, and all his fears had been needless. Sam knew that as well as he did.
Henry turned his face until he was able to capture Sam’s mouth with his own. He brought his arm around to prod Sam and encourage him to slid
