Salmon and rice pilaf were on the menu that night at Chez Turner. Since cooking wasn’t high on O.B.’s list of accomplishments, his fleeting thoughts of domestication were fueled by Avery’s culinary abilities. He thoroughly enjoyed the meal.
After dinner, they sat on the couch and shared an ice cream sundae and a glass of wine. O.B. began to relax and let go of his apprehensions from the afternoon. Here with Avery he felt secure. But it was just a façade. He was a ballplayer and he knew there was no way he could be openly gay in the major leagues. For the moment, however, he could unwind and enjoy the peace and sense of freedom.
O.B. put his empty dish on the coffee table and sat back on the sofa. “The other night at the restaurant, you said Jason was your ex?”
Avery put his own dish on
