Chapter 13
Barry was surprised more people didn’t have feather beds. They were incredibly comfortable, and so warm. He’d had the best night’s sleep he could remember. Okay, a lot of the bed’s appeal came from the two sleeping cowboys who lay snuggled up to him. As he became more awake, Barry began to think back over the amazing events of the previous day.
The gifts, the sense of genuine affection he’d felt from the hands, Jimmy and Jake’s declarations of love, this cabin, making love to his men, bathing in the hot pond—these were the stuff of dreams or what happened to other people.
“You’re thinking too hard. I can smell the burning brain cells,” Jimmy told him.
Barry looked down at Jimmy’s face—the mussed hair, the crease in his chin from the pillow. He reached out and made everythin
