Chapter 6
Noah couldn’t not look up every time the Golden Circle’s door opened, much as he might not want to show eagerness. He needed to know who was coming in so he could greet his patrons either by name if he knew them or a smile and a hi if they were new.
He was surprised when Gabriel came back a few weeks later—he was—again waiting until after the Golden Circle had closed before he tapped on the door. And he wouldn’t enter until Noah gave him permission.
“You know you can come right on in,” Noah assured him, his heart pounding and his mouth dry once again. “I’ve told you to enter freely.”
“It’s only polite.”
Noah nodded and got their drinks. They sat in a booth, and Gabriel chatted about another of the men who’d been his black swan and their experiences during the Vietnam War.
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