Chapter 5
John was surprised at how comfortable the time alone with Mitch was turning out. The two of them worked efficiently in the kitchen—no easy task given the cramped conditions and Mitch’s large frame. But the big man had a certain grace about him that had John pausing in his own meal preparation to watch. The way Mitch wielded a vegetable knife was sheer poetry. John shook his head, trying to dismiss the stupid notions. Heck, he hadn’t even drunk any of the wine, so he couldn’t blame his inappropriate thoughts on that.
In veno veritas.
John told his inner voice to shut up. There was no truth in his body’s reaction to Mitch. He was not attracted to the guy.
At least my mind didn’t add, ‘in aqua sanitas,’ John thought, drinking from a glass of water Mitch had just handed him witho
