“I hit the gay bars in Indy about once a month. And I’ve got a buddy in Chicago; we get into trouble up there sometimes.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“The kind you don’t want to know about.”
Sandy rinsed and spit. “Anyone serious for you?”
It was Tanner’s turn to shrug. “Not really.” His brow furrowed and he looked away, seeming to find Sandy’s shower tile interesting.
Push him or let it go?
Tanner patted his own flat stomach. “I’m starved! Let me buy you dinner. Please tell me there’s a steakhouse in this shitkick town.”
“We’ve got an Applebee’s and an Outback. Even us country boys like our vittles.”
“I vote for Outback.”
“You’re on.”
* * * *
The steaks sizzled as the server put plates on their table. Sandy’s prime rib oozed bloody juice into his potato. “Here we go. Dead cow.”
Ta
