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urge to say am not likea recalcitrant child. He’d be listening to his uncle spout pop psychology proverbs all night if he didn’t get a better handle on his emotions. “Like I said, I’m fine.”
    “Do you want me to try to find someone else to deliver your mail? Did Logan upset you?”
    “Logan didn’t do anything to upset me. I’m fine with him coming over,” Caleb said, surprised to realize it was the truth.
    “If you are sure,” his uncle said, sounding doubtful.
    “I am. Good night, Uncle Harrison.”
    He sighed. “Goodnight, Caleb.”

Chapter 2

     
    O N M ONDAY morning, Klass had Foster fetch him a couple of hours into his shift. Logan knew he should tell Klass he wasn’t interested in the job. He should make up an excuse about being too tired or not knowing if his parole officer, John Dabb, would approve the job. Both were true, just not the reason. He’d cleaned the reason off the shower wall on Saturday morning.
    Sitting behind his impeccably neat desk, Klass asked, “How did it go?”
    “It went fine. I followed your instructions,” Logan said, silently hoping his boss didn’t expect a report on his nephew’s sex life. He really needed to stop thinking about sex and Caleb in the same sentence.
    Klass sighed. “I know he’s a grown man and I’ve no right to pry into his life.” He straightened an already straight stapler before continuing. “I loved my sister, Mr. Sellers. And she loved that boy. I just want to do right by her. Since she died three years ago, he’s been slipping further and further away.”
    Logan swallowed hard. The guy’s worried and I’m perving over his nephew. “He looked okay, a bit on the skinny side. I don’t think I would’ve noticed if you hadn’t told me he was phobic.”
    Klass nodded. “Let me know if anything changes.”
    This was the opportunity to get out of the job and just walk away. Let someone else help Caleb. Logan sighed. Who was he kidding? The money was too good to pass on. His dick would just have to get with the program. “Sure thing, boss.”
    Klass hunched forward, dropping his chin to his chest. “Also, please tell Caleb to fill you in on the details about the radiator.”
    Logan returned to his work station, wondering what would be up with the radiator in July. It was busy, so the rest of his shift passed quickly. When he saw the clock and realized it was almost time to go, it came as a pleasant surprise. He wiped his forearm over his sweating forehead and wondered if he ought to go home for a quick shower before picking up Caleb’s groceries. In the end, he decided not to. For all he knew, Caleb might not have any food in the apartment and was quietly starving. The guy was skinny enough already.
    The end of his shift rolled around, and Logan walked out into the sunshine, temporarily a free man. Oh, except for the fact that he now had to find a place called Meng’s Market and pick up a grocery order for the boss’s nephew. The thought of groceries made him remember how inadequate his hasty breakfast had been several hours earlier. Hopefully this delivery wouldn’t take too long and he would be able to go home and grab a bite.
     
     
    L OGAN stepped through the sliding door at Meng’s Market. The place featured high-quality meats and locally grown produce, making it worlds away from the 7-Eleven convenience store he shopped at. He walked past the aisles, ignoring his grumbling stomach, and made his way to the service counter next to the produce. He stopped when he spotted an advertisement for instant oatmeal. After grabbing a box of maple flavor, he continued to the back.
    At the counter, a short, wiry Asian man scowled at a computer screen as if it had insulted his mother. Logan could relate. They had kicked him out of the technology course in prison after his third computer committed suicide. When the old man smacked the side of the monitor, a sweet-faced Asian woman with glossy black hair down to her hips appeared at his