Chapter 5

I wasn’t available then,Jonathan thought, with a quick glance at his friend. The shadows threw Pete’s features into profile, hiding his handsomeness, enhancing it. I am now. You’d get a completely different answer if you asked again.

But Pete wouldn’t, and Jonathan wasn’t about to embarrass himself by coming onto his friend when he knew there was a very good chance that, this time, he’dbe the one shot down instead.

RVA Ale House was a microbrewery downtown in the Canal District, off the James River. Parking was at a premium, even on a cold, dark January evening when the few people Jonathan saw on the sidewalks and cobbled streets were huddled in heavy coats and scarfs, hurrying to get out of the weather. Luckily Jonathan managed to squeeze into a tight spot on the street not far from the pub, hugging the curb to get the spot just as a taxi pulled away.

“Practically at the door,” he said with a grin. “Is that service, or what?”

Pete laughed. “I should let you drive me everywhere.”