Chapter 3Martin paced. Hugs sat on the sidewalk outside the salon and guarded, his floppy ears twitching whenever a car drove by.
While Martin didn’t have any expectations, not after years of feeling like part of him had died, he couldn’t stop thinking that Gabe would run again. Run from him physically, just like he’d verbally run from questions earlier. Maybe things and people never could change.
A very familiar truck rolled down the street towards him.
Shit, that was Gabe’s truck. They’d made out in that truck cab and lost their virginity together in its bed. How could he still have that truck with its two-tone paint and chrome bumpers?
Martin’s heart somersaulted as the truck pulled up to the curb and parked. The somersaulting turned into a full gymnastic routine as Gabe got out of
