Chapter 24

Erich asked, “Where did you go to college at?”

“Right here at West End College. I have a MBA in Library Science. I’ve always wanted to be a librarian.”

“Do you like selling books?”

“I love it. I can’t think of ever doing anything else with my life. I feel that the bookstore is my home, although it isn’t.”

“Where is your home?”

Timothy downed another glass of the apple wine, brushed a drop or two away from his upper lip, and said, “Reef Way on the Peninsula.”

“Near Presque Isle?”

“Yes, exactly. I’ve lived there for the past fifteen years.”

“You’re much older than I am, aren’t you?”

“Age is just a number.”

“The old cliché,” Erich said and grinned. Then he reached his hand out and grasped Timothy’s. He asked, “Is this too forward?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Because if it is, I won’t touch you.”

“I think that’s why I’m here tonight, Erich. I don’t have a problem with you touching me.”

“You should, though.”