It's my wedding anniversary and after getting lost in the woods looking for blueberries, hubby asked me what I wanted to do that is "safe". So I told him I need to post a few more chapters!
The night of tossing and turning had been followed by a mercilessly early morning, far earlier than he had planned. But too many things were clouding Steve's mind, not allowing him to relax until he'd find answers to his countless questions.
If nothing else, it was his hope that an extra few hours in the office might help with some of those.
The other part of him longed for Mike's companionship, urging him to discuss the events of the previous night with his best friend and mentor, decide on a route to go in a situation that overwhelmed him emotionally.
Freshly shaved and showered, he'd grabbed a cookie before getting dressed, deciding on his gray pinstripe suit and light blue dress shirt with the silver and navy tie he got from his grandfather years ago.
As he slipped into his tan cowboy boots, Steve couldn't help but glance back over at his couch, seeing Hank's distraught features and sensing feelings beneath that guarded façade that were neither welcome, nor comfortable on his end.
With a final sigh, he left the apartment behind, grabbed his paper and walked down the steep stairwell toward Union Street, as he glanced over the Bay that was still fast asleep at 5am, the ever-present fog dulling much of the cities' noises and lights along the way.
He'd barely reached the Porsche and shoved his key into the driver's side lock, when Steve noticed an anomaly.
All the way across his windshield, in thick white letters, somebody had written the word "FAGGOT".