Falling Snow on Snow by Lou Sylvre

Author:Lou Sylvre [Sylvre, Lou]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-121-9
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-12-23T05:00:00+00:00

WHAT A dull Friday night, Oleg thought. Not a single hot fuck in the entire place—at least none that are my type.

He sipped at a vodka martini, finding its taste as uninteresting as the male pickings at the bar. The place was the third boring bar he’d been to so far that night, and the drink he was working on the fourth of its lackluster kind. He was trying to drink it slowly. He usually didn’t drink so much, because he was usually busy with other things, so now his brain felt a bit foggy.

Probably, that’s why it took a few minutes for him to realize that George was there at the bar, busy out on the dance floor sliding up and down the well-dressed but sweaty body of some older and clearly richer guy who didn’t even remotely resemble Beck Justice.

Hmm.

Oleg began trying to piece together how long he’d been sitting at the bar and whether George and his fella had been there the whole time. When the waiter went by, he asked for some water, hoping it could wash out some of the fuzz from his brain and he could clarify his thinking on the subject.

When the waiter thumped the glass down on his table as he passed—clearly not happy with the prospects for a tip from a guy drinking water—Oleg picked it up and downed it. And yes, it helped. With his mind focused, he could clearly see the truth: it didn’t change a thing.

Regardless of where George was now, he might very well have been with Beck during the time Beck was supposed to be meeting Oleg—that had been hours ago.

Besides, he blew me off. What difference does it make whether the reason involves hot-pants George?

Still, Oleg just couldn’t get interested in his customary chase that night. He plopped a large tip on the table, grabbed his coat, and went home. Just before he fell asleep that night, he had a disturbing thought.

What if something bad happened to him?

Oleg wasn’t much of a God-believer. His family—except his Jewish-born father—were faithfully Russian Orthodox, and sometimes Oleg went with them to St. Nicholas Cathedral, but he wasn’t one of the faithful and didn’t feel any lack because of that. Nevertheless, he let whatever powers may be know that if something bad had happened to Beck, he hoped it wasn’t too bad. And if some sort of unfortunate event were the case, he, Oleg, was sorry for thinking the worst of Beck.

But most likely, he concluded, the man is just a colossal ass.

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