Chapter 5: Road Trip
Five days later Joey finds me in my office, closes the door after himself, sits in the chair across from me, undoes the top three buttons of his plaid shirt, exposing his curls of dark hair, and says, “I want to know something.”
“What do you want to know?” I lean back in my chair and click a pen in my right hand.
“How comfortable would you feel if we went away together this weekend?”
“It depends where we go.”
“My camp near Rochester. Do you camp, Hawk?”
“I haven’t been camping since I was twelve.”
“Good. So you’ll go with me?”
“Something tells me that you’re going to take me even if I say no.”
“Good point.” He snaps his fingers at me, grins wildly, shows off one pumped and hairy pec—obviously teasing me—and adds, “I’ll pick you up at your house on Friday at si
