Triangle by Teri White

Author:Teri White
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781497670815
Publisher: MysteriousPress.com/Open Road

It was early afternoon before Mac woke, feeling groggy and joint-stiff from being in the car so long. He staggered into the bathroom and got under a hot shower. When he’d finished that, and shaved and dressed, he felt halfway human again. Shoving his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans, he stepped out onto the motel balcony.

Johnny was in the parking lot below, his shirt off, carefully buffing the car. He wasn’t alone, however. A young man in tight swimming trunks had evidently wandered over from the pool, and they were talking as Johnny worked. Mac stood watching for a moment. It was obvious to him that the conversation—probably about the car—was of less interest to the young man than was Johnny himself. He could scarcely take his eyes off Johnny’s bare torso and sunlit golden hair. The kid was oblivious to the attention as he enthusiastically pointed out the advantages of his car.

Mac frowned and leaned over the balcony rail. “Hi,” he said.

Johnny looked up, shading his eyes against the sun. “Hi, yourself,” he replied, grinning.

The young man looked up as well, and it was his turn to frown when he saw Mac staring at him. “Friend of yours?” he asked Johnny.

“Yeah,” Johnny said cheerfully.

Mac just kept his icy gaze on the intruder, until he shrugged. “I gotta get my laps done,” he muttered.

“Fucking faggot,” Mac mumbled, watching him go.

“What’d you say?” Johnny asked.

He looked down at him and grinned. “I said you’re gonna rub the frigging paint off that damned thing one of these days.”

“You think so?” Johnny gave one more swipe at the hood. “Okay, I’m done anyway.”

“Look, I have to meet a guy in Golden Gate Park later. Want to get something to eat and then go on over? We could throw the frisbee around for a while.”

Johnny reacted with his usual enthusiasm, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on hurriedly. “That sounds great.”

Mac walked down the steps. “Who was that guy, anyway?”

Johnny paused by the car door, looking toward the pool vaguely. “Oh, I don’t know. Rick or Rich. Something like that. He was asking me questions about the car. Said he thought it was very nice.”

“I’m sure,” Mac muttered, getting behind the wheel.

“Huh?”

Mac glanced at him. “Be careful who you talk to, willya?”

“I am.” Johnny looked dismayed. “I wouldn’t ever say anything about … anything I shouldn’t, Mac.”

Mac patted his knee. “I know that, kiddo. It’s just … well, never mind. What do we want for lunch?”

“Pizza?” Johnny suggested.

Mac groaned. “Only you could be three blocks from Fisherman’s Wharf and want pizza. You’re hopeless.”

He started looking for a pizza place.

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