Chapter 67

Yes, I assumed he would come find me in our bathroom. And once inside the bathroom’s cozy and steamy confines, he would locate his ass on the closed toilet and we would talk like young men in love. That didn’t happen, though. He undressed in the bedroom, slipped into bed alone, and started watching a cooking show on Food Network.

Neither of us combined with the other on that June night. Our worlds were separate for maybe the first time in our lives, which felt awkward for me. When I was through with the Snyder novel and salt bath, I found Gray asleep in our bed. The television was still on, and I immediately turned it off. Then I undressed, slipped under the sheets and comforter on my side of the California-king, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.12: Cowboys Can't Be Owned

The Long Road Ranch Inn

Bar Area

June 9, 20—

12:21 P.M.