Chapter 22
“I am going to do this.” Nervously Mark scrubbed one hand through his hair.
“We’re going to,” Paul replied firmly.
Mark nodded, glancing away from the front door of Johnny F’s to look at Paul. He was still surprised at the transformation in his lover, although thankfully, as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t permanent. His blond hair was now dark brown. The contacts Paul usually used had been traded for prescription glasses with tortoise shell frames. He wore a dark gray shirt, black slacks, and a black wool top coat.
In contrast, Mark was wearing jeans, a maroon turtleneck, and a navy blue pea coat. “We make an interesting pair,” he’d commented as they’d gotten ready to leave the hotel room.
“The businessman and the”—Paul looked him over—”college professor?”
“That works
