“What’s that?”
“Another visit. Sooner rather than later, I would hope.”
I promised him I would visit him on Haven Island again.
And he promised me he wouldn’t shoot me with his Colt .45.
Together, we exited his cabin and followed the narrow trail back to the island’s shore and the two flat-bottom boats that were secured in the beach’s rocks. The late October wind tangled us together, and he kissed me again, for the longest time. The loon on the lake wailed, wishing me a safe goodbye.
Finn whispered into my ear, after brushing the tip of his tongue against its earlobe, “Come back here anytime you want. My island and heart are open to you, Chad Best. Always. You’ve changed me. You’ve given me love. I owe you my world and everything about me.”
I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but
