Flynn laughed. “No. Hell no, I’ve got a backlog and a waiting list. I’m grateful. And I guess this clears a spot on the waiting list for something bigger and better, but… I dunno. Iwashaving trouble, once, and I guess I still get nervous when I’m about to fire a client.”
“I understand that,” Zach said. “And maybe I don’t know everything about this, but it sounds to me like you’re doing the right thing. Which is more or less what I’d expect of you.”
“Yeah?” Flynn asked, a smile spreading over his face at the thought that Zach already expected him to do the right thing.
Zach seemed to see the best in people, generally. That was the only way to explain him spending more than a few hours with Aiden.
“Yeah,” Zach said. “And this pasta is really good.”
Flynn laughed, even more glad now that Zach had shown up tonight. He could use more people like this in his life, and he definitely wanted to keep this one.
“Well, what kind of husband would I be if I couldn’t cook for you occasionally?” he said, still smiling to himself.
It was really nice to have a new friend.
