Nice, all of it. Though he understood that Grant was finding things tense at work.
His reverie was interrupted by the entrance of Digby, who flopped into one of the visitor’s chairs. The big man made the chair look entirely too small.
“Digs! How’ve you been?”
“Been fine, Jakey. Question is, what’s up with you?”
Jake put on a look of innocence. “Oh, things are good.”
His grin dazzling, Digby said, “You’re lookin’ like the cat in the cream, baby. And I’m afraid I’ve lost my fuckbuddy.”
“Yeah, Digs, ‘fraid so. But how’d you know?”
“Oh, word gets ‘roun’, you know. I hear a certain highly-placed pohleesman been keepin’ company with a well-known gay professor.”
It was Jake’s turn to grin. “Yeah, ain’t that cool?”
“Cool for you. Maybe not so cool for your frien’.”
“Why? What have you he
