Kevin was waiting for him when he left the gym.
Jo recognized the black Ford Focus sitting at the curb as he pushed through the doors leading out of the gym’s main entrance. His hurried steps slowed at the top of the steps—he hadn’t noticed the car’s windows were tinted, so he didn’t know if Kevin was inside waiting for him or not.
Cautiously he descended the stairs, one hand on the rail, the other holding his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He’d assumed their date was off, and had been surprised when he got out of the shower that there wasn’t a text from Kevin saying as much. Or maybe Kevin hadn’t had a chance to text him yet, and he’d get the message closer to three, once Kevin was off work.
Which is about now. Jo’s hand drifted to his pocket to cup his phone through the denim of his
