Don’t Be the Same Fool Twice

Dean opened the door and staggered backwards. “What … are you … doing here?”

“May I come in?” Kevin asked and, when there was no response, ran his hand over his mouth. “Dean, I —”

“Go away, Kevin.” Dean went to close the door, but there was resistance. His gaze landed on Kevin’s large white hand holding the door open. He raised his head slowly until their eyes locked, his heart pounding. Don’t be the same fool twice.

“Please, Dean…” Kevin’s voice dropped low, like a petty thief who’d finally...