Chapter 3
I fed Gordon the next morning after his run. The weather was still summery several days into September, and he came in wearing shorts and a T-shirt. When he sat at the counter, facing out at first and not in, I tried to look up them.
“I didn’t think this through,” he said, seemingly a bit on edge. “Am I underdressed? I don’t want to gross anyone out.” There were seven other people in the place in varied outfits, one guy’s almost identical to Gordon’s. I hadn’t tried to grope him with my eyes, though. A couple of college girlfriends of Dawn’s were staring, too. They definitely weren’t grossed out.
“You’re fine.” I took Gordon’s hand. “Are we allowed to hug?”
“Hmm. I think so, right?”
“Yes.” I pulled him up and in for a squeeze, maybe to mark my territory in front of those sor
