Chapter 21

“Guess we’ll have to make up the rules as we go along.”

Now his look was turning impish and lewd. “Great idea.”

Fortunately, the food came before we did.

* * * *

We’d been sitting there chatting about something, one of those conversations where both of us had other things on our minds but we didn’t want to look like we were ignoring each other, when Vic looked up and his black eyes pierced me.

“I admire you, man.”

Me?

“You know I like your playing and singing, right?”

I nodded. But I didn’t see either of those as admirable.

“I like the way you’re true to your ethnicity. You don’t look like a Native and have no idea about your people’s beliefs and traditions like me. You come from hard-working, compassionate people, and you reflect that lifestyle to the guys in the bar.”

I started laughing, and he looked puzzled and a little hurt.

“What?”