Chapter 4
The fourth day
“Why did I agree to this?” Trey grumbled as he got dressed Sunday morning. He’d wondered the same thing after leaving the bar the previous evening. It had been impulsive on both their parts he was sure—Marty’s asking, him accepting.
If I had any sense at all and his phone number, I’d call to tell him something’s come up. He pointed a finger at his reflection in the mirror. “I am not going to get involved with him. I’m not. I’ve been there and it doesn’t work.” Then he chuckled. Am I being egotistical, thinking that’s what he has in mind? Maybe. Probably. Hell, we hardly know each other. A few nights talking at the bar when he has time, and one busy day of his working at the shop is hardly the basis for a deathless romance.
Trey went to the living room closet to
