Chapter 3Was I lying to myself when I’d told the kid I wasn’t like that? I liked women well enough, but it wasn’t as if I was completely inexperienced when it came to men. There was that time with Simon Holmes, Captain Johansen’s first mate, and after that an unsatisfying encounter in a back alley, but other than those…
John Smith. Was that even the kid’s name?
Not that it mattered. In a few hours, we’d part ways.
He didn’t realize I was watching him as he bathed. There was hardly any hair on his chest, but maybe it seemed that way because he was so fair. In the saloon I’d thought his hair was brown, while in the Automat I could see it was dark blond, but now, washed and in the lamplight, it looked almost as pale as Catriona Delaney’s, my would-be leading lady, whose hair was the flaxen
