Chapter 57

Louie clicked his beer bottle to my glass. “You two need to talk.”

I looked over at Lei and our eyes met. “Guess we do,” I said, seeing a shadow of pain in my lover’s gaze.

* * * *

It had been a wonderful evening after all. No drama. No tears.

Around eleven, Lei had eventually invited his upstairs neighbors, a lovely straight couple I hoped to see more of, so that Louie could take out his acoustic guitar and play us a few of his songs, a blend of folk and blues, with simple, but poetic lyrics he wrote. Lou and Nathaniel had sung together and Nash had been delighted to see this side of his new man. Vincent, who never went to bed past midnight, had stuck around until two. He’d driven Lou home.

Couldn’t wait to talk to Lou tomorrow. What if those two had hooked up? Would we become some kind of great big crazy family?