The following Friday night put paid to Burke and Reynaud’s plans for Sunday evening, much to Reynaud’s dismay. He’d looked forward with anticipation to being with Burke. Perhaps he would hold him, not just his hand, as they talked about the past week, or watched a movie, or even read together. And at the end of the night, before I leave, I’ll kiss him. Only once, to thank him for his hospitality. He knew he was lying to himself. It wouldn’t be a ‘thank you’ kiss. It would signal that his interest in Burke was more than friendship.
It was not to be, however, as Reynaud had been summoned to Antoine’s plantation as soon as he’d awakened Friday evening.
“You’re certain he’s coming here?” Reynaud asked Antoine.
“From what I’ve been told, and my source is impeccable,” Antoine replied. “Silvan
