Sam had insisted on complete discretion. When he’d called Ted and gave the details of the motel where they were to meet, he’d asked over and over for Ted’s promise of absolute secrecy.
When the door opened to Ted’s knock, Ted immediately recognized the man who stood before him, dressed only in boxer briefs. Only the man’s name wasn’t Sam. He was an interior lineman for an NFL team that was in town for a game that weekend. No wonder he’d insisted on prudence. Despite the coming out of that college guy just before he was drafted by the NFL, gay football players were deeply in the closet.
Ted remembered his instructions and respected the man’s choice of pseudonym and gave no indication he knew who the mountain of a man who stood before him was. “Playing the game the way the client needs it
