Chapter 12In San Diego, Bernard waited for Logan to call and turn to him for support because vandals had broken into his home and made a mess of it. That the call hadn’t happened confused him. He couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t heard from Logan. He’d relied heavily on the idea of drawing closer to him by comforting him, speaking about how horrible it was to feel violated and vulnerable in your own home, then smothering him with love and penetrating s*x.
As he did often these days, he popped two Ibuprofen tabs and downed them with a glass of water and a little bourbon to ease the tight feeling in his head. Logan was scheduled to return from DC shortly after the exhibit opened, so Bernard had rushed here to set up for the expected call that never came. He’d drive to Encinitas later this m
