Chapter 9

He groaned quietly and lowered his head as he walked. He didn’t likeconfrontations. He avoidedconflict. And yet tonight he had somehow become a willing participant in both.

He wondered if he had reacted so strongly because of his concern for the man at table twelve, his regular. An image of the man rose before him, and with it a rush of intoxicated appreciation. So beautiful—and mysterious!

This was unsettling, so he tried to be cynical. Certainly, he had found the guy attractive, and interesting. But so what? The man had not shown anyinterest in him as far as he could tell. And, there was his own history with relationships. They didn’t work.