Chapter 23

“Okay, yeah, I’ll talk to the kid. Boy. Xavier.” David had this silly grin on his lips, and I could feel mine smoothing out and lifting too. Damn, it felt good to smile again. “You got another question?”

He shook his head and stacked the last chair. I pointed to the stairs, and we went down to the kitchen to help John.

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By sunset we’d closed the Bistro. We drove back to Stone Acres. David was in Stone’s truck. After we unloaded the stuff in the truck beds, David drove to the bar while I locked up the Star down the street. When I got to the bar, I was impressed by the sweet array of motorcycles lined up in front. The good ole boys seemed to be in town. Not all of them were gay—in fact, very few were—but they were the most laid-back, tolerant bunch around. I’d cooked for them a time or two at the Bistro.