Chapter 7
The next day, while Greg was standing at the receptionist’s desk leafing through a legal document, he happened to look up and saw a familiar face at the copy machine. His gaze fell, frankly raking along the guy’s body from head to toe. He noticed he had a casual appearance—no jacket, an open collar, and his hair was dark, slightly curly, and dragged along his collar. His legs were long, and on his feet he wore the familiar Western boots with the imaginary smudge. While he watched him, the young man turned, and Greg saw his face. He immediately felt a jolt. He was young and quite handsome with a slight beard. He was so rugged looking Greg felt a kinship with him. Their gazes held for a moment until, finally, as if slightly embarrassed, the young man smiled timidly, nodded, and th
