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On Saturday morning, he opened the store, waiting for Bud, their part-timer, to show. Once Bud got settled in at the register, Brandon went back to the barn. Nit and Wit followed him in from the pasture. Just as he’d hoped, Ramon showed up a little after noon, the engine on his car sputtering.
He walked up to Brandon, smiling. Ramon wore tight jeans, faded and soft-looking, and a mocha-colored shirt that nearly matched his skin tone. His eyes were bright as he held Brandon’s hand and leaned against his shoulder.
“How about I take you out for that lunch I promised?”
Brandon pulled him close and nuzzled in Ramon’s hair. “How about we stay in for lunch and eat whatever we can find?”
Ramon smelled just-from-the-shower clean. Brandon caught a whiff of shaving gel on Ramon’s cheek and neck.
Ramon pulled away. “Probably not a good idea. I’d like to show you the rehab center. There’s a place on the way that has great grouper sandwiches. You up for that?”