Chapter 12

We were closer than this in bed, usually tangled up in one another whenever one of us wasn’t in the other. We’d brought each other over the top of bliss so many times. Yet us holding hands here with candle light and flamenco music playing softly and snow falling down outside the picture window, our reflections looking like two men in love, I felt closer than I sometimes did afterward in his arms.

People we knew surrounded us. We were making a statement to our community, to the people who came into our businesses and chatted with us. We were confirming the rumors and changing people’s perceptions of us for better or worse.

“Yeah, I feel bad for the kid. But I’m glad we’re here, now. Together.” His hand clasped mine. “I feel like all the raw edges built up from our former relationships have rubbed off, leaving us the same guys, but different. We’ve learned and grown. And you know what?”

I shook my head. I had no idea.