Chapter 12

Mark’s shoulders slumped as he said, “For once, I think I’m glad you were watching me from your balcony. Thank you for rescuing me.”

“No problem. You looked as if you could use some backup. I’m glad I could help.”

“Me too,” Mark replied, sounding forlorn as he walked over to drop down on the sofa. He buried his face in his hands, sighing deeply.

“It’s going to be okay,” Austin said, taking a seat in the armchair. “You might not believe it right now, but it will be.” He paused, looking at Mark. “None of my business, but how did you manage to get hooked up with a married man? One whom, I’m presuming, isn’t out of the closet.”

“He came into the costume shop,” Mark replied, not looking up. “There was an instant attraction.”

“Did you know, then, he was married?”

Mark stiffened, looking at Austin. “Of course not. I wouldn’t have hooked up with him, if I had. He doesn’t have a wedding ring, or if he does, he doesn’t wear it all the time.”