I would have to try to avoid him as much as possible. But I didn’t want to make him think I was as heartless as his mother. I would figure something out, I would….
“Dad!”
I whipped my head around and saw Brad coming toward me, jogging slightly, dragging his suitcase behind him with a huge beaming smile on his face.
gud, he’s gorgeous, I thought, and not just because I lusted after him, but because it was the truth. My son was devastatingly beautiful. He was a few inches shorter than my 6’4 frame, with thick black hair shaved on the sides and longer on top, and the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. His body had filled out with muscle in the last two years, not like my own thick, huge muscles, but leaner, like a swimmer’s build. Everyone always told us that we could pass as brothers, and
