Kevin Baker sat at his desk in the Third Street Bank and Trust. Anxious about the time, he surreptitiously checked his watch as his secretary droned on with the review of that day’s accomplishments.
It was 4:46 P.M. Fourteen more minutes. Please don’t let any last minute drama come busting through that door, Kevin thought. I wanta get to the gym. I gotta see him again.
The ‘him’ was a six foot something hunk of a bear—as the personals would describe him—who had captivated Kevin’s attention at the local gym for the previous three weeks. He didn’t come to the gym every day, but came often enough that Kevin was always looking for him, always hoping he would show up.
The guy was husky and handsome. His head was shaved; he had hoops in both ears and a tattoo of a leopard on his upper left
