Chapter 12

“Will you wear your fatigues?”

Bud laughed. “You really have a thing for me in uniform, don’t ya?”

“Yeah. It’s just I know I can’t show you off to many people, let ‘em know what a gorgeous stud I’ve got. But…sorry, it was a stupid idea. I—”

“Hey, just so happens I did laundry yesterday and brought a clean set of fatigues with me.”

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“You sure you don’t want me to come in and help you choose? Corey’s got a real thing about what wine should be served with a particular meat.”

The two had pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store to buy a bottle of wine on their way over to visit Corey.

“I might look like a dumb nigger who don’t know nothing about fine wines, but I’m perfectly capable of picking something out that will go with what Corey’s cooking.”

David paled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound as though you didn’t have any social skills or—”

“No, Dave, it’s me who’s sorry. I think I’m still on edge over meeting your friend.”