Chapter 7Mason heard Pedra say the final count came to one hundred and seventy six. There wasn’t enough room for everybody in the house. There wasn’t enough room under the tents in the backyard. There wasn’t enough room in the driveway. They covered every square inch of property, then spilled into the street. Pedra was not hosting the only fiesta on the block, and by noon, everybody began to drift and mingle. Mason tried to stay apart, but it was impossible. There was no apart.
He also tried to stay away from Anton until their designated meeting time. Every time he got a glimpse of the other man, he felt a spark from the back of his neck to the tip of his fingers. Half the time, he imagined all the things he wanted to do to and for Anton. Fear clutched him the other half. What if Anton ch
