Chapter 28
It was easier, telling Scooter what he’d already told Jason. Not easy, by any stretch, but…easier. Maybe it was because he’d already told Jason, a sort of rehearsal. Maybe it was because he’d had some sleep and his brain had finally stopped spinning around in three directions at once like a carnival ride. Maybe it was because the sweat was still drying and Scooter was spooned around him, holding him protectively close in a way that made the past seem distant and faded, like an old photograph.
“God, sweetheart,” Scooter rasped, “I can’t even imagine how awful that was for you.”
Andy laughed, a little bitterly, and turned his head to kiss the bicep he was using as a pillow. “The thing is, it wasn’t. I mean, it was, but it…It was a frog boil. You know you can put a frog in water
