QUOTE : By the time Trevor finished scrubbing the machine oil from his hands, Chassie and Edgard had returned to the kitchen.<br /><br />Chassie said, “Who wants coffee?”<br /><br />“Sounds great, Chass.”<br /><br />“There’s cookies, unless Trev ate them all. The man has a serious sweet tooth.”<br /><br />“Then I oughta munch on you, darlin’, since you’re so durn sweet.” Trevor nibbled the side of her jaw and Chassie squealed. He reached above her head for the coffee cups on the pegs.<br /><br />Trevor turned and saw Edgard staring at them. Not with jealousy, but with longing.<br /><br />Simple affectionate moments had been rare between them and Trevor remembered it was one of the things Edgard had needed that Trevor hadn’t been able to offer him. Why did he feel just as guilty about that shortcoming now as he had back then?<br /><br />Chassie poured the coffee. Trevor automatically grabbed the milk jug from the fridge and set it next to Edgard. He snagged a spoon from the dish rack, passing it and the sugar canister to Edgard, ignoring Chassie’s questioning stare.<br /><br />Didn’t mean a damn thing he remembered exactly how Edgard liked his coffee. Not a damn thing.<br /><br />“So, Edgard, what are you doin’ in our neck of the woods?”<br /><br />“Reliving some old memories. I drove past my grandparents’ place yesterday. With the shabby way it’s looking I’m wishing I would’ve bought it when I had the chance.” He smiled wryly. “I’m kicking myself for letting another thing slip through my fingers.