Chapter 91

Of course, Cris and Tim being former rent boys, they’d spotted the underlying sexual tension between the two men. They’d kept it to themselves.

Tom had been a chemistry professor at Pulaski and Jasper University at one time, and he and Tim had gotten into a discussion about mixing drinks, of all things. That had been the start of their friendship.

Cris had just finished setting up the bar when he realized he wasn’t alone. A kid stood by the entrance to the Pub.

“You’re too young to be here,” Cris told him.

“Charles sent me. I have a message for Tim.”

Cris studied the kid—he wasn’t as young as he looked, probably more eighteen than thirteen, and vaguely resembled the blond actor from Queer As Folk—and felt a knot form in his stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

“Charles told me I should only give this to Tim or Cris.”

Charles ran one of the most elite stables in DC, which contained the most popular group of rent boys in the capital.