Makai rolled over in bed and tried to get his brain to quiet down so he could sleep.
After stumbling upon Emil in the shop, Makai felt much better about the guy. In some ways, he felt too good about him. He hadn’t expected to find someone interesting, someone who might just understand some of the s**t he’d gone through, not in this town.
Coming out of prison had been one thing. Leaving Missouri with a bag of self-help books his mom had given him—they were her thing, and she thought they genuinely might help him help himself—had been a priority. He hadn’t really given thought to dating or anything like that.
Sure, he knew that his parents had once been happy together. He’d seen love growing up, and he’d fancied himself being in love with she-who-shall-not-be-named. Maybe he had been. Who
