The only weekend that could rival that one was the one when he and Tom had first made love.
They weren’t as together as Jack would have liked, though. He frowned. He wanted Tom to move in with him, but Tom could be a stubborn cuss, and Jack hadn’t said anything about it yet. He was just waiting for the right time.
It had been almost two weeks since he’d seen Tom, and the past week had been a rough one. Tad and Becca had both been home sick with the latest strain of flu that was going around. Becca had come home from school with it first, and being the loving sister that she was, she’d promptly shared it with her brother.
It had fallen to Jack to see to their care. Reba had been away on the religious retreat his daddy’s congregation had sponsored, and Jack’s own momma had been busy taking care of his sister and her kids, who had also caught the flu.