John looked at him. “Sorry if I upset you.”
Mitch started to walk again. It was a couple of minutes before he said, “No, it’s me who needs to apologise. This is just a hobby, something to do in the long winter evenings. I wouldn’t want it to become anything bigger.”
“Okay, right.”
Mitch was a real man of mystery. He both intrigued and attracted John—not that John wanted anything to happen between them. Heck, it wasn’t likely Mitch was interested in men. But in his dream…
“We’ll put these in the trunk of your car, then we can go to the store.”
“Okay.” John nodded. Thinking it was a safe subject, he asked, “Are you originally from North America?”
Mitch didn’t have much of an accent, but some of the words he used made John think he might have hailed from there. And then there was the dream. John shook his head, that was a load of nonsense he needed to forget about, but it still remained sharp in his memory.
“Yep, I spent some time in the States.”