Chapter 25

When it settles there and doesn’t move, Alan dares to cover it with his own. He feels heady, as if the whole theater is looking at them, at this simple display of affection. He has to remind himself no one’s going to throw them out, or run screaming for the police.

He isthe police. This isn’t the Stone Age, isn’t that what Brooks said? Being attracted to another man is no longer the crime it was in my youth.

Which might as well have been back in 1875, Alan thinks wryly. Going on a date, getting handsy out in public where anyone can see them…this is all so new to him. No matter what Jim tries to tell him, Alan knows he’s old.

But Jim’s hand squeezes Alan’s knee, and then slides an inch or two up his thigh, and to be honest, Alan doesn’t feelold when they’re together. He feels gung-ho and full of spunk, young again in a way he couldn’t have said he was missing before tonight.