Chapter 15
The next few days passed so slowly I could barely stand it. Despite the workload that kept me busy through Friday and into the weekend, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ford and all that had happened between us. On Saturday, my buddy Ian phoned, inquiring whether I wanted to head over to his place for some “fun.” But even though I’d become hornier than hell with recollections of Harrisburg and afterward whirling around in my brain, I begged off. It wasn’t like Ford and I had made any commitments to each other, still, I wanted to give our relationship—whatever it was at this point—a fighting chance, and at the moment, monogamy seemed the appropriate choice.
When the phone rang late Sunday morning, I half-expected to hear Ian’s voice again. Instead, Ford’s strong tenor filled my e
