Watching his new partner eat, Alex recognized Manuel had begun to relax. He wasn’t sure if that was good or not. Maybe I shouldn’t let him get too comfortable. I still don’t plan to make a lifetime partnership out of this, perish the thought. However, as he wolfed down the spicy enchiladas, an unexpected ease stole over him, too.
The past three years he’d begun to like Mexican food, at least the Sonora-style dishes served along the Arizona and New Mexico borders. He still wanted his oats for breakfast and would have taken herring, boiled eggs, and a nip of Scotch if he could have obtained them, but for lunch and dinner, the local cuisine was fine.
I think I’m starting to change, maybe even fit in. Now that’s something I never expected. Will the renegade Scots warlock become some kind of
