Fletcher looked good enough to eat sitting across from me. The cool, hard demeanor had loosened and he seemed almost normal.

I wasn’t a fool enough to believe he was completely hard all the time but I’d begun to think that before today.

Today was nice. Fletcher seemed affectionate and attracted to me. Not that I hadn’t been attracted to him before physically. But the normalcy of our conversation had softened my spine a bit.

Fletcher sipped his wine and watched as I ...