Chapter 4

None of it, though. At least not for the next forty-eight hours. There are bigger and better battles ahead Jonah knows will surface once they reach 393 Ross Street in Channing, frozen by Lake Erie. Jonah expects the worst to happen, but nothing he can’t handle. A dozen or more of his boyfriends have been taken home for the holidays, none of which he has married or fallen deeply in love with, minus his previous affair with Lucas Beam. Damn him. The man just won’t go away.

* * * *

“You passed the exit for coffee,” Jonah says, crinkled eyebrows and squinting eyes that offer concern.

“My mind got away from me,” Sandy admits.

“How so? Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“Lucas Beam, the famous artist.”

“Shit,” Jonah whispers. “We promised not to talk about him. We shook hands on it. Do you remember?”

He watches Sandy shrug.