Chapter 13Oh, thank you, God, thank you, Harley chanted silently as Ryan sat beside him in the passenger seat. His hands were damp on the wheel and the atmosphere in the car was fraught with tension. I don’t trust myself. The more he thought about those words, the stiffer his prick got. He tried to tell himself they meant nothing, but he didn’t quite believe it. He’d been thrown from misery into confusion and some sort of bizarre hope. He dared not even start to think this way.
They exchanged no words on the way home, and Ryan followed him into the house, kicking off his shoes when Harley did and following him up the stairs.
Harley showed him into the spare room, because he wouldn’t have dared try to take Ryan into his own, no matter how desperate he was. “Make yourself at home.”
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