Steve Paxton waited.
He was already smoking the fourth cigarette when shifting from foot to foot. He was going to quit smoking and he did it, but there were times when every method seemed right to relieve stress, and smoking was one of the less harmful that Steve knew and the only one he could apply here while waiting.
The old auto repair shop in a bad neighborhood in town, with a red sign so old that the writing on it could no longer be read, was a place Paxton already knew. He was here once, a week ago. He waited then too. And although Steve was going to meet Martin for the first time after boy quit his job, he was more nervous now. Back then, he was driven by some hard-to-define desire, now he was aware of what this desire was.
It was love, damn it!
Normally a man should be happy about love, but there was nothing normal between him and Martin.
