A tub of cold water couldn’t have worked any better at putting out the flames of desire between the two men who were now scrambling around like two juveniles that had been caught with their pants down. After Gabe brushed the last of the mud and debris off his clothes, he turned to go, and said, “Uh…you know…maybe another time.”
“You bastard!” Deuce shouted.
Gabe turned back. “Look, you didn’t want to do this anyway, so if you don’t mind, I’ll just get out of here.”
“Oh, but I do mind.”
“Look, what the hell do you want from me? I never know what you’re going to do from one minute to the next.”
“So you’re brushing me off? What about you? I’ve never seen anyone who could turn their feelings off and on like a kitchen faucet before. One minute you’re on, the next off.”
“Hey, it ain’t that
