Chapter 4
Despite Daniel having his number, Vincent didn’t hear from Daniel the following day. He was disappointed, but could understand why. Daniel had more important things to think about—his husband and children. His was a decision Vincent was glad he didn’t have to make, and at forty-five years old, one he suspected he’d never have to make.
Then there had been the moment in the Uber. The kiss, the touch. It could have been the product of his confusion. Of loneliness. Nevertheless, it was entirely possible he was feeling guilty. Daniel had always been a decent man, an honest man. From what Vincent had seen, none of that had changed.
Even the following Monday, it was difficult to concentrate at work. All he could think about was Daniel. It was beginning to dawn on him that he’d never
