Josh went to the door of the bar, taking out his keys. “Here, I’ll let you out.”
Patrick walked to the door and stood beside him. He had this almost overpowering urge to kiss Josh until all doubts, all thoughts flew out of the man’s head. His lips tingled anticipating just such a kiss.
But the door opened, letting in the blinding sun from outside and the moment, not the urge, passed.
“I’ll see you Wednesday,” he said instead, stepping outside.
“Take care of yourself, Patrick.” And Josh closed the door in his face. 3
The bastard wouldn’t dare stand me up.
Patrick checked his watch for the fourth time since he’d been seated at a corner booth at Bristol’s Steak and Seafood Restaurant. Fifteen past the hour.
Son of a bitch.
The waitress stopped by his table with a sympathetic smile. “Did you still want to wait for the other person?”
“Yeah.”
“You want to order a drink?”
Memories of his hangover were still too fresh. “Iced tea, please. Thank you.”