“It was raunchy, good s*x that left me dehydrated,” Jax told Auggie the next morning over a coffee breakfast at Landing Circle, a fitness club with an outdoor Olympic track where clients could exercise by jogging, speed walking, or going all out and running.
Auggie and Jax chose to walk, talking more than exercising, sharing guy-time together since they hadn’t seen each other in a few days, even though they lived across the hall from each other.
The June day was sparkling with brightness and warmth. Both men were in shorts and T-shirts, walking slowly around the track, chatting it up. Clouds blocked out the sun, but the forecast didn’t say anything about rain. Eastwind was alive with noise: horns blared from the surrounding streets, a nearby construction site was in full motion with blue
