Chapter 4
As the minutes ticked by, Tim figured he’d struck out. Brandon wouldn’t be coming to the bar. He tried not to be too disappointed as he glanced at his watch for the fourth time since seven fifteen had come and gone. He’d come back to Lincoln Hill to relax after a particularly nasty trial and to maybe forget his infatuation with Keith, and just because the cutest, sexiest guy he’d seen in a long time hadn’t wanted to play didn’t mean there might not be other opportunities.
There might be other guys, other chances at the resort or even the reunion. And if there weren’t any, well, back home in Los Angeles there would be dozens of prospects.
He stared into the glass of merlot he’d been drinking for close to twenty-five minutes. Yeah, there’d be other hot guys, sure.
Still—
“Hell
