Chapter 47

“What’s your type, Steve?”

He watched Josh, who no doubt more for diversion than thirst, lifted the glass to his lips. The moment Josh drank, Steve readied his gravelly voice. Just as Josh swallowed and the Adam’s apple bobbed, Steve spoke. “Limber, lean, and tight.”

Josh choked, as if those words entered his ear and redirected the beer down his windpipe. It must have gone up his nose, because it sprayed all over his plate and almost to Steve’s plate next to it. Josh hacked.

“Oh, no!” Genie said.

“Don’t worry.” Steve slapped Josh’s back.

Genie got up from across the table and joined them. Josh stood and bent over from coughing. When Steve got up, Genie pushed him aside. She put her arm around Josh. “Come with me.” She led him toward the kitchen.

Steve followed them until Genie glared at him. “No. You sit down. I’ll take care of this. I’m a nurse.” She grabbed Josh’s hand and pulled him out of the room. He coughed all the way.