Chapter 25
Billy shut his car door and checked for traffic, then hurried across Sainte-Catherine Street, the cool November rain lashing his face. He’d forgotten his umbrella again today.
On the crowded sidewalk, he leaned back to read the restaurant’s blue neon sign. Yes, this was the place. He quickly stepped into the busy and loud entrance, glad to be warm again. This was Montreal’s most popular steakhouse in the gay village and he could see that its dining room was already bustling with good looking men enjoying the casual, but electric Friday evening ambiance.
“Hello there,” a young host greeted him at the front desk. “Reservation?”
Billy spotted Kyle seated at a table by the window. “I’m with him.”
The young man in the snazzy black shirt looked over to the window and gave Billy a
