Chapter 29

Leaning over the gearstick, Marty caught Rick off-guard with a hungry kiss. Only after he sat back did he add, breathless, “Hey, yourself. Missed you.”

“You just saw me yesterday.” Rick waited for him to buckle his seatbelt, then said, “Kiss me like that again.”

With a laugh, Marty obliged. “You don’t even have to ask, you know. You could’ve kissed me, I wouldn’t have said no.”

So Rick did, savoring the moment and the man beside him, until a horn blared as a car zoomed by them and he remembered he was double-parked on a busy street in downtown Richmond. Sitting up, he turned off the blinking hazards and put the car into gear. “Alright, so,” he said as he checked his mirror before he pulled back into the flow of traffic, “where to, Papa Smurf?”

“Do you like Indian food?” Marty asked. “Because there’s this place down the street called Lemongrass that I’ve been dying to try.”