The barbecue was in full swing before the sun went down. Billy came. He was in the pool with Tom Alan, Milo, and Kensuke. Ben Thornton was there, fresh from the Rio Games, with his husband and the husband’s twin, plus another gymnast buddy, Vijra Daha, and some guys Erika had never met. For anyone into wet, muscled, shirtless jocks, it was a feast of eye candy. Billy had on a T-shirt, navy blue. Erika knew it was his belly he was trying to hide, not to protect his fair skin. Milo had to know as well. They were playing Frisbee, some sort of game where one threw it, then everyone tackled whoever made the catch. From what Erika could tell, there wasn’t much more point to it than that. “Bill, catch.” Tom Alan flung the neon green disk. It hit Billy square in the forehead. “Sorry.” He sure didn
