Because Brad had confirmed – when Alexander had disappeared for a few minutes to talk to an acquaintance a few tables away from theirs – that he was more than welcome to join him and his family for Christmas, Lyn knew that a few beers wouldn’t cut it, either.“You have no money.”The statement, spoken in that annoying posh accent Lyn abhorred, made him turn on his heel so quickly his left foot slid on a small patch of ice.Alexander caught his arm and steadied him. Do you like me or something?” Lyn broke out in a short, nervous laugh. Gay sex His eyes bore into Lyn’s, letting him know that his carefully crafted façade had as many cracks as a dried-up riverbed at the height of summer. This whole thing was a bad charade.“You don’t. My patrons in the Plot Whisperers tier are currently receiving chapter drafts for this story and we’re having together interesting conversations about the characters and their choices. Lyn had his mom to blame for his finicky appetite that consisted of either eating almost nothing or partaking of food that wasn’t in the junk category.
