Lucas passed the next few hours perusing cooking magazines for recipe tips and decent restaurants whilst glancing at Flynn regularly. He was on the lookout for signs of overworking.
Lucas’ method of choosing what to make for dinner was to check what was in the fridge and cupboards. Henry had gone shopping that day so they were both well stocked. He had a few ideas after digging through the contents. There was also dessert to make as well.
Flynn stared down a guilty looking Lucas with a cold gaze. He had only heard the last sentence of the conversation, but judging from the appearance of sweat on Lucas’ face on a cool day, they had been talking about him for a while.
Flynn sat down on the sofa expectantly. Lucas had promised they would watch some other programs and he was keen to get started.It was more rewarding than working later into
The sun was streaming through the curtains when Lucas opened his eyes and he was initially confused by his surroundings before his memory kicked in. He was staying at Flynn’s house and… Flynn should be lying next to him in bed.
Four o’clock in the afternoon came all too soon. Flynn watched Lucas walk down the hallway in his coat with his bag knowing he was going to be alone again with only work to keep him amused.
Flynn woke up the next morning with renewed vigour from the weekend. He was going to go to the office and get through as much as he could so his time with Lucas would come sooner.
Flynn frowned over the report he was reading. There were only five minutes before it was time to leave and he wanted to finish the day on a good note so he forced himself to read it fast even though his head was in pain.
Now he completely understood why the truth had been kept well away from him. It was a nasty thing to remember his parents dying in front of him.He felt bile rise in his throat and