Khnurn sat up and reached for the back pack he had brought. He replaced the oil container and pulled out a small bottle of water and two face cloths. He wet a face cloth and began to clean himself and Ian.
Ian watched as Khnurn cleaned them. There was an intimacy and a level of caring that he wasn’t used to finding with the other people he had dated. Khnurn really was an old-fashioned gentleman.
“So how do you find me each time?” Ian asked, in a tone that was both curious and uncertain.
“I don’t,” Khnurn said. “You find me. I just simply recognize you. I knew it was you somewhere around the time you asked for the private audience with the pyramids. You’re always drawn back here. It’s why I don’t travel until you arrive. We did Boston together. You were from there then. People found out about us though, and we barely escaped with our lives. It was a different time.”
“Do you know when I’m coming?” Ian asked.