CHAPTER 29
JULIAN FELT UNEASY as he rolled the gym ball towards his mat. Malcolm hadn’t come home until after 2am on Sunday morning, and on Sunday night he hadn’t come home at all. His explanation hadn’t been convincing, and now he was missing from the Pilates class. Julian sighed and looked towards the door; he’d felt certain his boyfriend would have been there that evening. He wondered if he’d been dumped for the good-looking, black haired, well-muscled boy at the gym whom he’d often seen Malcolm giving surreptitious looks to lately.
If only he could find a way to halt the steady march of time! He had slid into middle age silently and without a whimper, accepting of his fate. How could he make his 42-year-old body look 22 again? That was the age-old problem; he couldn’t, and now M
