Chapter 8

Key settled at my right side; he too took in the young stranger at brunch.

Vince called across the table, “Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to our new roommate, Greer Cartwell.”

“Roommate?” my lover questioned with raised eyebrows and tongue-wagging interest.

Kyle admitted, “Yes. A friend of a friend’s son. Greer is from Oklahoma. He’s studying graphic design at the Art Institute.”

I reached across the table with my right hand and introduced myself. Greer’s handshake was very much like a cowboy’s: hearty, clenching, unwavering. Following my introduction, I turned my attention to Key and said, “This is my husband of seventeen years. His name is Key Bry.”

Greer grinned, shaking Key’s extended hand. In doing so, he chanted, “We both have strange first names.”

“My real name is Keaton. All the queers at this table have always called me Key.”