Thursday night, I dressed in my favorite blue jeans, worn in just the right places and snug. I paired them with a red shirt, sleeves rolled up, and loafers.
When I arrived at the bookstore, Bruce was already sitting at a table near the window overlooking the street. He smiled when he saw me and beckoned me over. He stood, gave me a hug, then pulled out a chair for me.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Coffee?” he asked. I noticed he already had a half-full mug on the table.
“Green tea latte,” I replied, and he went to get me one, waving away my cash.
Five minutes later, we sat together and talked over hot drinks.
“Noah—the jerk at the club—is my boss’s boyfriend,” I informed him.
He gasped. “No way!”
I nodded. “Yeah. That’s why I challenged him that night. I thought he was cheating on the man, bu
