Return To Gray’s Point
Some Loves Wait A Lifetime
By J. H. Irwin
Chapter Two
The Harbor
The wind carried the smell of rain across the water.
Adrian stood on the breakwall with his hands in the pockets of his coat and tried to reconcile the man in front of him with the one he had carried in memory for most of his adult life.
The boy Adrian remembered had been eighteen and sun-browned, all rangy strength and quiet steadiness, with a manner that made the rest of them seem overdesigned by comparison. Elias had moved through the world as if he belonged wherever he stood, whether that was a dock, a grocery aisle, or a room full of older men talking over him. Adrian had once found that quality irresistible and mildly infuriating, which in retrospect should have told him nearly everything he needed to know.
