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knew Rooster pretty good back then and not one red flag stuck out in his mind about Rooster’s sexuality. Not one detail from that time period gave Wheland any indication Rooster was into dudes. In fact, Wheland was pretty sure he remembered Rooster getting married, once or twice, and the line of women before that was too long to count. Out of the corner of his eye, Wheland saw Rooster shift in his seat and Wheland looked across the table at him. Their eyes met and this time Rooster seemed to be the one feeling uncomfortable.
    Hmmm, interesting.
    “So, you didn’t answer my question,” Rooster said. “Are you still living up by Alex?”
    Wheland cleared his throat. “Yeah, we all live right around the corner from each other. How about you? I heard a while ago that you moved away. Are you back in L.A.?”
    Rooster nodded at him, then smiled at the waitress as she set down their drinks. Wheland grabbed his shot glass from the table and quickly tossed the liquid it into the back of his throat.
    “Keep ‘em coming,” Wheland said to Candy.
    “I was living up near Vancouver for a bit,” Rooster said after the waitress left. “I got back into town yesterday.”
    “Yesterday? And I hit your rental car today,” Wheland said. “Slick move on my part.”
    “No harm done,” Rooster said. “At least it gave us a chance to catch-up.”
    Wheland chuckled. “Well yeah, there is that,” he said. “So are you back at your old place in the valley?”
    “Nope, my ex-wife got that,” Rooster said. “I’m staying at a hotel up the road for the time being.”
    “Please tell me you’re not talking about the old Starlite?” Wheland asked.
    Rooster smiled and then laughed. Wheland felt his body reacting again. This time it was from the sound of that deep laugh rumbling from Rooster’s throat, a throat he’d really like to taste the skin of with this tongue.
    Fuck!
    “It’s short term,” Rooster said. “Just until I find something else that works for me.”
    “The ex got the house? That sucks,” Wheland said. “Did she clean you out completely?”
    Rooster shook his head. “She got the L.A. house and a couple of cars,” Rooster said. “I got everything else and the cabin up near Vancouver. I consider myself lucky. She settled for a lump sum of money and no alimony, so I was able to walk away fairly unscathed.”
    “And people wonder why I don’t want to get married,” Wheland said.
    “With the right person it’s not that bad,” Rooster said with a faint smile. “I loved her, but we just weren’t... compatible. She’s moved on and remarried. I wish her the best.”
    “Kids?” Wheland asked.
    “Nope, it was a clean break for me,” Rooster said and sighed with relief.
    “Thank God,” Wheland said.
    Candy dutifully delivered two more shots of Jack Daniels, one for each of them, and waddled off to wait on the people newly seated at another booth.
    “How long were you living up near Vancouver?” Wheland asked.
    “Almost five years.”
    “What brought you back to civilization?” Wheland asked.
    “You make it sound like I was living a ‘Grizzly Adams’ kind of existence,” Rooster laughed. “It’s a two thousand square foot cabin on a lake. You’d like it.”
    “Why would I like it?” Wheland asked and tipped his head with curiosity.
    Rooster paused in what looked like mid-thought and Wheland watched something wash over his gorgeous face. Rooster held Wheland’s gaze, then blinked several times before he looked down at the shot of whiskey that sat on the table in front of him. He lifted it quickly to his lips and tossed it back.
    “Do I look like a nature boy to you?” Wheland asked, attempting humor.
    Rooster shrugged. “What I meant is most people would like it.”
    An hour passed and Wheland and Rooster consumed two more shots and a beer each. They ordered hamburgers with fries and Wheland listened to Rooster talk some more about his cabin, the fishing he was able to do on the lake,