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My wife and I get drunk. I share it with the neighbours.

"Maybe that means you don't want to leave."

Kevin looked up at him. His eyes caught the light. Usually they were a dead giveaway, but Jon found he could not read their expression.

"Why the hell should I stay?"

"I don't know a reason in the world why you should. Except I'll miss you."

"The way you missed me at Matt's?"

Pain stabbed his heart at the thought of the harsh words he had hurled. "I shouldn't have told you that way. I'm sorry."

Kevin turned back toward the pool. "Doesn't matter. None of it matters."

Jon felt desperate. He had to break through this leaden wall Kevin was building around himself. "Kevin, what we have matters."

A mirthless chuckle. "Sure doesn't seem like it."

He knelt by the chair, willing Kevin to look at him. "I've taken you for granted. I've taken us for granted. It's my fault."

Kevin shifted his body and sighed. "Don't take all the blame. I've done my part to screw this up."

"That's not important. What's important is that you chose me, and I chose you. All the feelings I had for you eight years ago are still here."

"Funny way of showing it."

Jon bowed his head. "I know. Give me a chance to do better. Please."

Kevin sighed again. "I came to start moving out of this place. Instead I've been getting drunk and feeling sorry for myself." He took a swig from his glass. "I try and hate you, but I can't."

He felt silent. Jon waited, hardly daring to breathe.

"Okay." As Jon's heart gave a leap of joy, he added, "I'll stay here tonight. If it feels right, I'll stay here tomorrow night. Any time it stops feeling right, I'm out of here. All right?"

The hard edge in his voice chilled him, but Jon tried to smile. "Fair enough."

To his surprise Kevin reached out and grasped his shoulder. "I know I'm being a shit. Why don't you call my bluff? Throw me out?"

Words rose to Jon's lips. Because I love you. Because Matt will soon be dead and I'll be all alone, except for you. He said none of these things. Instead he forced a smile and took Kevin's hand.

"You know I'm not going to do that. Let's go inside."

THIRTEEN: LATE APRIL, TEXAS

When the phone call came it was early evening. The caller ID displayed Matt's number after two rings. Jon picked up the phone in the kitchen, his heart in his throat.

"Jon, it's Boyd."

"He's gone, isn't he?"

"Yes. About four o'clock this morning. It was very peaceful. I'm sorry I didn't call sooner but I knew you'd be teaching today. I didn't want to leave a message."

"How are you holding up?"

Boyd's heavy sigh filled Jon's ear. "I'd like to just sit down and bawl, but there's no time. Matt talked about making his will with me and I know he was going to name David as his executor. That's good. When the other relatives descend, then things will get ugly."

"I'm sorry. I wish I could help."

"Believe me, you don't want to be here. Anyway, you already helped. Matt was so happy you came. He was talking about it the day he passed away."

Jon drew a shaky breath. "Thank you for telling me that."

"There are plans in the works for a memorial here. Not the official family funeral. I'll save that for later, though. Take care of yourself, Jon."

"You too, Boyd."

He put down the phone and stood, looking straight ahead. Kevin had come into the kitchen and heard the conversation. He touched Jon's shoulder.

"Jon, I'm sorry."

Grief, sharp and hot, began to shoot through the numbness that enveloped him. He shook his head.

"It's for the best." He stood rigid as Kevin embraced him. His fists clenched, his body shook as he fought to maintain control. He repeated, "It's for the best," even as his voice broke and tears began to course down his cheeks.

Kevin stroked his back, uttering soothing sounds, trying to comfort him. But Jon would not put his head on his shoulder.

EPILOGUE: JULY, SAN FRANCISCO

The ride in Boyd's car down the winding road to Fort Point was quiet. Ward sat in the front next to Boyd, who drove. Jon concentrated on looking out the window at the scenery going by.

He and Kevin sat in the back seat, a mahogany box con

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