Tony didn’t go to the club the evening after his talk with Kirk. He was afraid he’d see him there, doing what he always did, picking up one guy or another to go home with. Not that it was any of his business how Kirk led his life. Their talk had been…I was way off base, trying to tell him how to live his life. If he’d done that to me, I’d have been pissed as hell once I got away from him. It wasn’t my place to lecture him, which is what I did.
Instead, he’d poured his time and energy into finishing the book he was working on. He was almost there, except for wrapping it up—and he was stuck on how to do that. So, early Wednesday evening, he closed down his computer, figuring if he got out of the house and away from the story for a while, it might help. After fixing a quick supper, he headed
