Hot Weather
Chapter One
Coming back behind the counter, Keith told the unseen Joe, "Tuna on white with
some chips and broth for Mr. Riggins," then took over a glass of water. A few
more minutes passed, but finally he returned, leaning against but not across the
counter. Wiping with the dishcloth at an invisible spot, he asked, "You want
some ice cream?"
Keeping his voice low, John looked up, trying to meet Keith's eyes. "I'd love
some cream."
Keith didn't blush or look scandalized. He just took a quiet breath, then made
eye contact. "I can't serve that here."
It wasn't an outright no. John pushed for more. "There are other places we can
go."
The tempted, conflicted expression on Keith's face gave John hope. Then it was
like Keith made a decision. In a calm, nonjudgmental tone, he asked, "Were you
listening to what I said earlier? About casual sex and-"
"And you being a hopeless romantic?"
"Right. I ... I really like you," Keith said, like it was an important point
but not a brutal thing to say. "I'm really attracted to you, but I like you, too, and
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