“Smells great,” she said, admiring his tight butt, shown off to perfection in his snug jeans.

He turned around and pulled her into his arms. “You smell great, too.”

He kissed her, his lips lingering a moment longer than they would have for a friendly kiss, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Well, good morning to you, too.”

He grinned. “It has been so far.”

“Want me to set the table?” she asked.

“Already done. I thought we’d eat in the dining room today.”

Ty grabbed a plate and spooned a helping of eggs onto it, set it aside, then poured the rest of the eggs onto a second plate. He opened the oven and pulled out the bacon on a warming tray, then placed several strips on each plate.

He carried them through the door into the dining room and they both sat down. He already had the cutlery laid out, along with a jug of orange juice, jam, honey, and a basket with two croissants and some toast. She plucked a piece of toast from the basket and buttered it, then spread it with jam.

“So, was yesterday’s fun and games a one-time event, or do you think I’ll be included in future adventures?”

“Oh, well … I don’t know.” She shifted in her chair. “I doubt Zeke will want to repeat the same thing, especially since he wasn’t … you know … involved.”

“So what about doing something where he is involved?”

“You mean … both of you?”

He nodded, gazing at her over his mug as he sipped.

“Since you and Zeke don’t seem to get along, I sort of figured that you wouldn’t want to,” she said.

“But if I was agreeable, and so was Zeke, would you want to?”

A shiver danced down her spine. Would she ever!

“Well … I … uh … would consider it.”

She put down her fork.

“If you don’t mind me asking … Zeke said you both went to the same high school. Were you friends?”

“Yeah. We were.”

“How did you meet?”

He sighed. “When I was in my early teens, my dad lost his job, so we moved to a low-income neighborhood in Jersey where my dad got a job in a factory. It was a tough neighborhood, people just scraping by. Zeke lived in the house next door and we became friends. He showed me the ropes, helped me avoid trouble.” Ty sipped his coffee. “That was when he lived with the Johnsons. They were good people, but they were just his foster parents.”

“Zeke’s an orphan?” she asked.

Ty shook his head. “His parents abandoned him when he was twelve. He lived on the streets for about three months before anyone realized he had no home.”

Her heart clenched at the thought of young Zeke, only twelve years old, wandering around without a home, without anyone to look out for him or take care of him.

“So these people he was living with when you moved there, they adopted him?” she asked.

“No, they were his foster parents. Then things changed and for some reason, they couldn’t keep taking care of him, so he moved in with another family. Things weren’t so great for him there. The old man beat him up a lot and every time he did, Zeke took off. He bounced from home to home for quite a while, with no consistency, no … love.”

Zeke’s story broke Marie’s heart.

“Finally,” Ty continued, “when Zeke was seventeen, childhood services put him in a group home. Zeke started hanging out with members of a local gang.” Ty stared into his coffee mug, swirling it around. “I could see he was heading for big trouble. We were still friends and I told him I wouldn’t have any part of a gang, but that we could be our own gang of two.”

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