The time of Jake’s discharge finally crawled around. Brett was a nervous wreck. He’d wound himself—and everyone around him—into a frenzy. Dennis had pleaded a headache and had retired to his room, Colton had gone for a walk, and Roxanne was currently hiding under the dining room table. Brett knew he’d have to do some major apologizing. But all that would have to wait. He still had to decide what he should wear.
“It’s important,” he’d told his dads. “This will be the first time Jake will actually see me.” Brett wanted to make a good impression…the right impression…a favorable impression. Hell, he didn’t know. He just wanted Jake to like him, want him, make love to him. Brett pulled at his blond curls in agitation, knowing he was acting like a cheerleader preparing for her first date with
