Chapter 3More than once over the past few weeks, Lee had given himself s**t for how personally he was taking the developments happening across the street. Every flyer that was circulated, every touch-up that was done, every piece of furniture or box that was carried in, he’d watched with a sense pride that had radiated so strongly in his chest, he had no doubt he’d been glowing with it. It wasn’t his dream, and he barely knew the guy that was opening it, but Lee had celebrated every step forward as if he’d been doing it himself. Not that Lee’s wild imagination still saw them as strangers, however. Lee’s fantasies had brought Scott out to play so many times, he was sure he’d already know every inch of Scott’s naked body when he finally got to see the man naked. If he got to. Regardless, if
