Chapter 3: PuddlesDay One
“Thanks, but no.”
That had been the polite but decisive and unquestionably short answer Sam had given Henry. They’d been eating dinner and Henry had worked up the nerve to invite Sam back to his room for a drink. Sam had blushed. Obviously he’d known that Henry was hoping for more than a drink. That’s what Sam had declined.
Goddammit.
Henry couldn’t work up any regret for having tried. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all. He’d been mooning after the man all year, although he was reasonably sure he’d hidden it well behind a professional demeanor.
He admired everything about Sam. His intelligence, his passion for his work, even his shy and reserved manners that were so different from his own. The fact that he found the man fascinatingly eye-catching was
