It’s been eight years since I’ve talked to Silas. But I didn’t feel the need to talk to him very much. Not now that I have Hugh.
My new life in Australia means I had opportunities to meet new people. And one of those new people was the first man I fell in love with. Hugh Ryan.
I met him at one of the hotels in Melbourne. He was the hotel manager. As I was talking about the brand and various improvements I suggested, we got to talking. I had an inkling he was gay—he dressed very nicely.
He was a slim man, though I could see that he had muscle definition on his upper body. He probably worked out. He told me to call him anytime, and I was brave enough to finally ask him out to dinner after a few months of random flirting back and forth.
He didn’t originally want to be in the hotel busines
