Kennel Opening

Graham turned and gave David a sharp look. “That’s what I find so unique about you,” he said. “There isn’t a jealous bone in your body.” It also, he didn’t want to reveal, was one of the aspects to David Kauea he found to be maddening. He wanted a man to care enough for him to be jealous. “You wouldn’t care if I walked down there and he fucked me on the hood of his Land Rover, would you?”

“Not if it was what the two of you wanted to do. I don’t waste time on sexual games and petty jealousies,” David said. “I take the gifts that life brings me gladly and don’t resent others doing likewise. You don’t think you are the only man I’m fucking, do you?”

He was looking downhill and Graham followed his line of sight. The young Thai kennel helper Graham had tracked down for David had four of the short-term dogs on leashes and was taking them for a walk. The older American felt a surge of jealously. But he was careful not to say the first response that came to his mind—or any response, for that matter. He didn’t want what he was getting from David to stop. But he did let the matter seethe in his mind.