Chapter 19

I thought it was weird that Vic didn’t know the difference between a rifle and a shotgun. Maybe that was part of being a city guy? The better I got to know him, the more I understood how he was right about his heritage. In this case, being of Native American descent didn’t automatically mean he knew anything about guns.

Vic guided the table discussion, and I sat back, ate, and relaxed a little. It was like we’d crossed some bridge and were now a couple. The strangeness of the day had bled over to our odd relationship.

After dinner he and I walked to Stonewall in silence, side by side, not touching physically but rather connected through our pheromones. I could feel his concern like it was a hug enveloping me in a warm, comforting blanket. Instead of questioning, I cuddled in it until we separated as I went backstage.