That night Danny dreamed and imagined. He frolicked through fantasies in which the hunk from the truck stop, handsome Luis, and Bret, the studly waiter, pursued him and begged him to consider each of them worthy of becoming his soul mate.
Danny woke feeling empty. He knew the reason. What he really wanted was a real man to share his life: a man he could love and be loved by. All he had were these fantasies. He got out of bed, showered, and got ready for the meeting with the man who managed Aunt Daisy’s financial affairs.
At nine o’clock, the family assembled around a kidney-shaped table in a large, paneled room. For some reason Danny had always imagined Lance McAllister to be a stodgy, older gentleman with a proper paunch and white moustache. He was not in the least prepared for the hand
