Nacho's 3 “JT"s not straight.” Cam pursed his lips in distaste. “He"s a fucking coward. His loss. Is this the first time that"s happened to you? You hook up with a guy, and you"re invisible the next time you meet?” “I"m nearly thirty-two. What do you think?” “I think it sucks to be alone,” Cam said. “Tonight, stay and dance with me. At least drink. Be out and proud and forget the JTs of the world.” I only had to think about it for a minute. “All right.” St. Nacho’s 3: Jacob’s Ladder 85 Chapter Thirteen Cam threw a couple of twenties on the table, and I paid my half. I vowed to eat there again and see if the rest of the menu was as good. By the time we got up, some of the waiters were pushing back the tables, so we decided to take a walk to get some air before going back to dance. The minute I stepped outside, my head cleared enough to appreciate the beauty of the place. I wanted to walk on the sand, close to the water. Cam followed along, pulling off his boots and socks, making a remark that he"d be sorry later when he was dancing with sand between his toes.
