“Oh, my sweet boy,” Ted said, patting Henley’s shoulder while they hugged. “You did the right thing. I’m so proud of you. Six years is too long for a man to wait. Now, come on, my boy. Chin up.” Uncle Ted pushed on him a little and grabbed his face in his wrinkled hands, peering at him from behind his gold-rimmed spectacles. “You deserve better than that hotshot lawyer. Love will find you. I saw it in the tea leaves last night.”
“Really?” He was so desperate for someone to love, someone to build a future with, that he was willing to believe in astrology, numerology, tea leaves, or the reading of chicken entrails. Last night, he’d turned away the only man who’d ever truly shown any interest in him. What would he do now? He was terrible at meeting new people. Too shy. Too much of an introve
