The place, Hank’s, was not popular with Hamilton University students. It was a townie bar and its predilection for country music, domestic beers, and low tolerance for orders of things like soft drinks and wine coolers kept most of the college kids away. That atmosphere suited Kyle just fine. He needed this time to ponder, and wonder how he would ever get over Jonathan. Even if he did believe he had done the right thing, the honorable thing, the logical thing, none of that news was any comfort to his wounded heart.