Chapter 7Time took on a new meaning for Teo. After that long, glorious night with Ryan after the barbecue, he began to partition his days differently. Though the morning rides remained the same, the minutes before and the hours after stretched with anticipation of where he might next see Ryan. If he was anywhere near the house, lunch was a communal affair, with him, Antonio, and Ryan munching on sandwiches near the paddocks. Then, it was counting time until evening when he would see them again, to spend hours chatting and joking and listening to Antonio extol the virtues of Clover.
But a week later, there had been no more extended physical contact. Oh, there was covert touching, like putting his arm around Ryan’s shoulders as they sat together on the couch, watching television with Antoni
