James lounged in the doorway to the sun porch, watching as Tom’s…friend? lover? Whatever he was to Tom, he’d obviously lived without a woman long enough to know his way around household chores.
Jackson sprayed the shirt and filled the laundry tub with water, then stood unmoving for a few minutes, appearing to be lost in thought. Abruptly, he gave his head a shake and put the shirt in the tub.
“Did you have dinner?”
“No.” The lost look returned. “I thought Tom and I would make something together…”
“I’ll make you a sandwich. Come back into the kitchen and sit down. I think you can use a cup of coffee too.”
“I’m not hungry, but I could use the coffee. Thanks.”
“I’ll make you a sandwich anyway.” James watched with interest as Jack went to the cabinet and took out a mug with Best Bud splashed across the side in bright red letters. He poured some coffee, added milk and sugar, and sat at the table.