Kyle’s waiting outside in a beat-up pickup truck that brings out the color of his eyes. Yeah, I can be sappy as well as cynical. “So, where to, Michael?”
“Uh, I’m staying at the Carlton in town.”
“That’s cool, or we could go to my folks’ place.” He laughs at my expression. “I don’t stay in the main house when I’m there. They’ve got a converted barn that’s been mine ever since I graduated from high school. Plenty of privacy.”
So we could go to the barn for our roll in the hay? Relax, I didn’t say it. I do have some self-censorship. “That sounds, uh, cool.” I tend to pick up the speech patterns of whoever I’m with. My therapist tells me it’s a defence mechanism. She also gets pissed as all hell when I do it with her.
“So, how long are you in town for?” Kyle asks. He’s obviously realized
