The chilly autumn air creeping past the windows turned the apartment into an icebox. The shower had not compensated much, so Michael dressed in a black turtleneck and blazer and a pair of tan pants Sheridan had picked out. He glanced in the mirror. I have to admit the change is remarkable. I won't be embarrassed to be seen with my beautiful girlfriend anymore, and really, it isn't any more trouble than dressing like a slob. Okay, so she was right. I'm not surprised.
Morning frost had traced delicate spirals on the windshield of his car, and every blade of dry grass had been transformed from dull brown to glistening, frozen gold. Soon the holiday season would begin, and for the first time in many years, he had someone who wanted to be with him. No, not just someone, Sheridan. Sometimes it
