“Can I buy you a drink?” said a voice in front of him. A vodka and water with lime was set before him.
A pair of work boots had come into view. Danny’s gaze swept upward, past blue jeans, and a flannel work shirt to a bearded face with a single diamond stud earring matching the one he wore. He looked into clear eyes brimming with love.
“Looks to me like you already did,” Danny replied, sitting up and looking at Al.
“Guess I did,” said Al with a chuckle.
Tears stung Danny’s eyes as he recalled this same exchange from the first night they met.
Setting his own drink on the table, Al pulled Danny to his feet. They embraced, holding each other tightly. They each breathed in the presence of the other.
“Can we try this again?” Al’s voice was full of love and desire.
“Oh, you bet we can, Mr. Foreman,” said Danny, hardly believing this was happening.