Chapter 12
I couldn’t believe I’d gotten myself into this.
“You look different,” Anthony said. “You look…mature.”
We sat face-to-face at the corner table of our favorite steak-and-fries place. Between us, a white candle flickered. Voices rose and fell. Forks clanked on plates. The dining room was crowded, as it usually was on Friday evenings, and all around me good-looking men sat with even more good-looking men, enjoying some of the best steaks in town before hitting the clubs.
“So how you been?” Anthony smiled, pouring more wine into my already filled glass. “What have you been up to? You never tell me anything in your e-mails.”
He’d caught me off guard, that’s what it was. He’d called me up as I’d turned the shower off, and I’d heard his voice trailing through my apartment as he le
