“When would you like to try that bath?” Ryan asked as he came back upstairs from letting the dogs out for their morning constitutional. “Those skid strips should be ready by now.”
André stood in the bathroom in front of the sink. Apparently he had just finished washing up. A wet washcloth was hanging on the towel rack, and he was holding a towel in his hand. Naked to the waist, Ryan admired again the thick matt of salt and pepper hair that glistened with water droplets accentuating his deep chest. He was glad he had come by that insight the previous night. Yes, he thought, it is better he doesn’t know.
André didn’t look at Ryan when he answered Ryan’s question about taking a bath.
“Uh, ah, walk dogs, eat, maybe after game?”
Ryan could see he was uncomfortable. He felt badly for the m
