Later that evening, both comfortably full after a delicious steak dinner and a couple of beers, they sprawled on the king-size bed in a room at the Traveler’s Inn. They channel-surfed until they came across the country music video channel since there were no sports on and the only movies looked like sappy romantic comedies. At least the music in the background provided some atmosphere, as if they really needed that.
Roane had shed his clothes. Alden, down to his jeans, had propped himself with three of the five fat pillows against the head of the bed, and looked more at Roane than the TV. Then Alden smiled. Roane noted how the other man’s dark eyes sparkled when he really smiled. They were beautiful, like black diamonds.
“I just realized I wouldn’t get tired of looking at you for a hundr
