Chapter 82

He finally found a microbrew that sounded interesting, and leaned against the counter to try it.

“Good pick, yes?” Mark said, coming out of the bathroom in the hall. A fat burmese cat followed him out, pouncing on his calf every time he tried to take a step. Rather than trip over her, Mark picked her up and carried her into the kitchen. “Greedy thing.” He dropped the cat in front of her food bowl. “We weren’t properly introduced before. I’m Mark.”

Mark actually was quite attractive, tall and muscular, with long, wavy hair, like something off a lurid romance novel cover. He was also almost a foot taller than Andy, and bulky in a way that made even Jason look a bit underfed. He wore a close-cropped beard and clothes that fit an almost steampunk aesthetic, including a vest and pocket watch on a silver chain. He smiled a lot, and his laugh was wholehearted and booming, the sort of thing that encouraged wanting him to do it again. All in all, like a vast and enthusiastic puppy.