easy.
I had no idea how badly I had misunderstood what was waiting for us.
The Introduction That Never Happened
At the end of August, Jason invited us over for a barbecue.
It seemed perfect.
A casual evening.
Food on the grill.
Drinks.
No formal dinner or uncomfortable restaurant conversation.
Just a chance for Richard and Jason to meet naturally.
Yet during the drive, Richard seemed unusually tense.
“What if he hates me?” he asked.
I laughed.
“He won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“He’s protective. That’s all.”
Richard smiled, but
