Jojo caught up with Adam, who was under an umbrella by the pool. His heart raced as he took measure of the man he had fallen in love with: sunglasses poised on his nose, his dirty blond hair in a crew cut, a body to die for, a mid-thigh pair of trunks that had to be new, and bought only for the weekend and for Jojo’s benefit, and a two-day old beard that Adam would have to shave when he reported for duty. He was drinking beer when Adam sat next to his lounger. Perspiration glistened across Adam’s blond, slightly hairy chest.
“How’d the tour go?” he asked.
“Great! We have some ideas about this hotel, based on what Francesca wanted.” Jojo sat on the edge of the lounger rather than reclining. He was inches away from tickling Adam’s bare feet, something he knew Adam hated.
“From dinner at t
