Brian shrugged. �Carlos has it under control.�

�Hmmm.� Justin folded the newspaper and slid it onto the coffee table. �You want to check out a movie?�

�Not particularly.�

�Woody�s?�

�Not in the mood.�

Justin leaned back onto the plush cushions of the sofa. The pop and crackle of wood in the fire was soothing, as was the way Brian�s arm came up to sling comfortably around his shoulder. He closed his eyes and felt content, happy in a way he never felt in New York.

�Let�s stay in,� Brian said against his temple.

Justin smiled.