Mason’s nerves wouldn’t let him sleep. He didn’t eat much either. Cris was horrified, convinced Mason was getting worse, and he didn’t bother to tell her the truth. He didn’t want to tell anybody about his e-mails with Anton, or their plans, for fear of jinxing himself. He wasn’t worried about his reaction seeing Anton again. He didn’t think his feelings had faded. But it was so easy to worry about Anton’s reaction to him. What if Anton spent an evening with him and realized all he felt for Mason was lust and maybe infatuation?
Mason didn’t covet a second rejection.
When the doubts became too much to tolerate, he reminded himself that Anton had sought him out. Had gone to the trouble to learn how to use the computer, to find his e-mail, to pay for time at an Internet café, and to invite
