Chapter 13“I feel a little like Frank,” Dillon said to Kit, as they both stood naked far across the bedroom from one another.
“Franks?” Kit said. “Does that make me beans?”
Dillon had to laugh. “I said Frank, not franks.”
“Oh. Well, you got me standing way over here, and I am from Boston.”
Dillon was playing a silly little game. He’d brought out his violin, because they were in his bedroom, and it was right there. A virtual Christmas concert had been planned, but sadly canceled, and since Dillon had gone to all the trouble to learn “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” he wanted to put it to good use.
“Naked violinists are f*****g hot,” Kit said.
“You might think also stupid. Since we’re into counting down, I want you to start over by the door,” Dillon had explained, “and come closer to me
