Chapter 3: Love“So what did you mean I’m a hard man to get together with?” I asked Quent.
We were cooling off in bed after making love for the first—and hopefully not the last—time.
The dinner had been chaos. I’d been uneasy sitting at the head table facing everyone. I could feel their questions, but couldn’t tell them I was sitting there only because Quent wanted me to be there. Quent ate very little, instead using the time to pour over notecards and edit them with quick slashes of his pen.
He didn’t talk, so I didn’t disturb him. Every once in a while, he would reach over and put a hand on my arm without looking at me. Being tongue-tied, I sat and ate. I trusted him to tell me what was going on.
After his speech, he was surrounded by the colleges’ coaches and instructors, all of whom
