Chapter 2He slept alone and woke alone, with only his thoughts and his dreams keeping him company over how badly things ended last night with Frisano. He’d left before the shower nozzle was turned off, and he hadn’t left a note, nor had he heard from the man whom he’d made hungry love to. Not a call, not a text exchanged. Their relationship in yet another state of flux. It had happened before. Communication, or the lack thereof, once again the usual culprit. Jim and Frank might be amazing in bed together, but the formalized Jimmy McSwain and Francis X. Frisano had their share of complications.
He would deal with those issues later.
Jimmy was already showered and dressed. He’d downed that first cup of coffee. It was not yet eight o’clock on this Tuesday morning, so not even his mother was
