Chapter 15

When he finishes, the hand on his knee tightens and for a moment he thinks it’s Krish—he only sang this song for his lover once before, but as the last chords drifted away, Krish took his guitar and set it aside, then covered him with hungry kisses and whispered he loved him, wanted him, neededhim. It ended with the two of them naked and twined together in their bed. Like the song goes,Dane thinks now, smiling as he opens his eyes.

Randy Blake stares back at him, mouth parted in a sigh, eyes clouded with something Dane can’t quite read—admiration? Incredulity? Something else, something more? “Well?” Dane asks. The word catches and he clears his throat to try again. “What do you think?”

“Wow,” Randy says. “You’re good, kid. Real good.”

Dane ducks his head, hair hiding his burning cheeks—he thinks I’m good.He can’t believe it.