The afternoon dragged for Monte. He knew he was putting too much significance on Jed’s casual invitation. Once again he lectured himself…Hell, the guy’s probably feeling as isolated as I am, being even newer to the area and having no idea where people hang out. If he really is gay—and he hasn’t come across that way—he probably senses, like I have, that any locals are in a double-doored closet to keep out of the way of people like Dawson.
Still, he closed a few minutes early, hurried the two blocks to his apartment in a small, quiet complex, and showered and dressed in record time. By five-thirty he was heading down the highway toward Junction City. He set the cruise control on his Subaru SUV to be sure he didn’t speed. The short stretch of interstate between Cameron Creek and Junction Cit
