Chapter 9

“Me? I work at a local paper in Greenwich Village. It’s kind of an underground rag, but it pays well enough. I do the editing and the political cartoon of the day.”

Sully slapped the blanket with the palm of his hand. “I knew you were smart! You have that look about you.”

“Are you flirting with me again?”

He grinned. “It’s your blush. I love to see it.”

I closed my eyes briefly. “You’re so mean to me.”

Around us, the crowd grew louder and louder, so we could talk about anything we wanted to, and not be overheard.

“So, tell me about the sweetheart you mentioned,” I said.

He turned to lie on his back. “Trace Dreck. He was a looker, too. A real doll. Too bad all he wanted to do was screw around. I wanted more, you know? Not just sex. I think that men can have intimate relationships with men. It’s been done—still is—even if it’s been in the shadows.”