Gil and Bobby sat around his kitchen table, both staring unseeingly into the depths of the bitter black coffee they were trying to force down. The unlikely duo who seemed to have formed some sort of commiserating bond over the death of the woman theyÕd both had feelings for were now coming to terms with the happenings of the night before.

Now that the haze of lust had cleared, neither man was sure of how things had gone that far. Bobby cleared his throat for the third or ...