Chapter 32

Fuck that, Evan thought, Dan was not a client. Not anymore. Not since he had fallen in love with him.

Evan wondered briefly why Dan had texted him, as opposed to calling, but he was too thrilled that the man wanted to see him. He suddenly found himself wishing he hadn’t drunk so much.

He texted back: Of course. Where?

Can we do something a little out of the ordinary?

Evan had no hesitation; he smiled. Yes. Anything.Evan slipped away from the bar into the hallway connecting the front and back bars, where it was marginally quieter, where there was some small escape from the pounding techno beat. It was easier to think, somehow, without the aural assault.

Meet me at the lakefront, at Belmont Harbor. Come now.

Evan texted back, wondering why the urgency and why meet at a public place, but there was no response. He waited five, ten minutes, and when no text came back, he returned to his seat at the bar, downed his drink, settled up with the bartender, and headed out into the night.