Chapter 16

“Where are you going?”

“To clean up, which you should do too.”

“Such enthusiasm,” Quint muttered as he watched Clay disappear into the bathroom. He had a strong feeling at this point that that’s all it had been for Clay—a good bout of sex because they’d both been horny after their time at the club. Not that he really objected. He had nothing against some down-and-dirty lovemaking on occasion. And if it happens again, and we’re still compatible and interested, why not let it become something regular in our lives? Screwing someone you get along with doesn’t have to be anything more than that.

Quint gathered up his clothes and when Clay left the bathroom, Quint went in, got rid of the condom, and then washed and dressed. He came back into the bedroom to find it empty and went in search of Clay. The man was in his studio, wearing only jeans, contemplating the unfinished painting of Quint with a thoughtful expression.

“Having second thoughts about it?” Quint asked.