They lay together finishing the wine and talking about nothing in particular. After a while they were silent, Charlie wondering what Wade was thinking as he held his body against him.
Charlie was just about to doze off when Wade stroked the side of his head and said, “I hate ta say it, but…”
“Time to go,” Charlie finished the sentence with a deep sigh.
Wade rolled over so he was partially on top of Charlie, his hand under Charlie’s head, his leg draped over Charlie’s. Wade kissed him with a tenderness that seemed incongruent for one his size. The look that Charlie had seen once before crossed the cowboy’s face.
“Charlie…I…jist want ya to know…” Wade didn’t finish the sentence and the look faded. He smiled and said, “We better git.”
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The next few days went by more quickly than
