Chapter 30Joseph wore a cat-caught-the-canary grin as I stepped outside the Junction City terminal. He leaned against the fender of the pickup at the airport holding a sheaf of tabloids. I drank in the sight of him. When I walked up to him; he shoved the papers at me.
“Did it again, super stud. Except now, you’re…let me see, oh yeah. A ‘Native American sculptor, toy boy, super stud.’ Tell me, is that better than being just a plain old super stud?” He pounded the fender in glee.
He sobered a bit when two women walked up and asked for my autograph, gushing over how much they enjoyed my work. I was surprised they recognized me and seriously doubted they’d ever seen a piece of mine. Nonetheless, I played it up for Joseph’s benefit. But it was useless; he just turned it back on me when they l
