Nathan closed the menu and set it down. Then he turned his back on the girl, who was trying a little too hard to look as if she weren’t listening in on their conversation. Ignoring her, he asked Wes, “Is that what you want?”
Wes shrugged again, uncomfortable.
Is this what he does to you? Does he tell you what to do and not bother to ask if you want to do it or not? Hell, if you don’t want to stay, we don’t have to. I’m not the only one making the decisions here. I’m not the only one calling the shots. “Wes, tell me. If you want to go—”
Glancing past Nathan at the waitress, Wes forced a tight smile. “We can stay.”
Nathan sighed. “I’m not him, okay?”
Wes’s gaze shifted to him, his pale eyes like large pools reflecting the endless summer sky. Nathan thought he could drown in those e
