Chapter 14
There were about seventeen things Avery could and should be doing. But instead he sat on the sunporch, stretched out on a wicker chaise, and stared at the setting sun. The photo album that lay open in his lap showed him and Luke, beaming at each other and full of love.
That was their wedding day.
As he stared at his new husband, Avery had never felt anything like what he felt for Luke. He remembered thinking there was no way he could ever feel anything even close for anyone else when he vowed to love, honor, and cherish Luke until death tore them apart. And even though it had, Avery had been sure, all the way to his bones, that until death came for him, too, he’d never love anyone else.
He’d betrayed Luke.
Avery wasn’t in love with Jameson. That was ridiculous. They didn’t
