Chapter 52

Derek was making his way to me, cutting through the sea of bodies. “Hey,” he said, when he’d reached me. He glanced over at the women who were now engaged in conversation, obviously moving on to their next target. “I don’t get women who come to gay bars to hunt for guys. Don’t they have enough straight bars to go to?”

I tugged on his T-shirt. “Some of us are bisexual.”

“Yes, and some of us need a drink.” He walked away, heading for the shooter bar.

Something was bothering him. And it was more than a woman coming on to me. Maybe it was the pressure of the holidays, my long absences, his health, growing older, being around these young men, so careless and free. Or maybe he was anxious about what he’d proposed. About Myles and us.

What would happen tonight, after we got home? I knew it was in the back of his mind.