Chapter 10

While Carlo had dried off, Joe had stripped out of his wet garments. Now, he stood in front of Carlo dressed in faded pants and a white, sleeveless undershirt, baring his powerful arms and the shadow of hair stippling his chest. He looked like a completely different man like this. Harder. More dangerous. Strong enough to reach out and snap a man’s neck without breaking a sweat. Carlo had been entranced by A Streetcar Named Desire the previous year, sneaking to the movies at every opportunity to see it before it left, but Joe eclipsed anything Brando could’ve hoped to achieve.

“These are probably too big, but at least they’re dry.” Joe gave him the clothes he held, oblivious to Carlo’s gawking, then turned on his heel to push open the other door in the room. “Bathroom’s through here. Hang your wet stuff over the rail. They should be fine by morning.”