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and stretched
his long legs out. His knee knocked Daniel’s under the table and he
flushed, hurriedly scooting back. The chair dragged on the marble
floor, bumping into an older lady behind him. With a grimace, he
mouthed a quick apology, and pulled forward again, his eyes on the
table. Alexander’s cheeks were burning crimson and he bit at his
lip. Now Daniel surely was aware that Alexander knew their knees
had touched. And, really, the touch had seemed obscenely intimate
to Alexander.
     
    Daniel chuckled low, and Alexander shifted
his legs around, squirming in his seat.
     
    “So, I thought you’d run off,” Daniel said.
He stirred at his coffee with a plastic spoon, eyes on
Alexander.
     
    “Oh, well, no. I mean, where’d I have run
to?” Alexander asked, reaching for the large coffee that Daniel
nudged toward him. “Thank you.”
     
    “I wasn’t quite sure on that bit. Maybe
Niagra. You ever been there?” Daniel took a long swallow of his
coffee and wiped at his mouth with his jacket sleeve. The crude
gesture didn’t exactly fit Alexander’s expectations of Daniel, and
it mixed him up a bit inside. But he didn’t know Daniel, after all.
Maybe the man only appeared posh.
     
    “Nah,” Alexander mumbled, enjoying the feel
of the steam wafting up from the cup and across his chin. “I don’t
travel much.” He dipped his head low, catching more of the
delicious warmth across his cheeks and eyelids.
     
    “Just the big skip across the pond, then?”
Daniel took another gulp, and Alexander raised his head, watching
how Daniel watched him. Very closely it seemed.
     
    “Basically, though I did move here from
Massachusetts a few years back,” Alexander said. He pressed the cup
lid to his lower lip. It was still a little too hot, but he gave
into temptation and took a long draught of the coffee. The moment
the steaming liquid hit his tongue he was gagging.
     
    “Whoa, you okay?”
     
    Alexander swallowed the coffee, coughing.
“Yeah…”
     
    “I thought you seemed like a straight up
guy,” Daniel explained, and Alexander made a face.
     
    “Oh, well, um. I don’t usually take it
black.”
     
    “Sugar, then?”
     
    “And cream, please.”
     
    Daniel smiled and stood. “I’ll be right
back.”
     
    “Thanks.”
     
    Alexander watched Daniel push his way back
to the counter, disappearing into the crowd. He frowned down at his
dark coffee; he hated the stuff with a passion.
     
    That was something he didn’t have to tell
Daniel. He shifted around in his seat, letting his hands relax
against the table top. His hands were overly warm under the
mittens, and he wanted to remove them, but he knew what
conversation would follow if he did. He didn’t want to dampen the
mood with talk of his bandages.
     
    And then Daniel was back, all smiles,
leaning over Alexander.
     
    “Here we are,” Daniel said. He sat down and
set a few packs of sugar and cream on the table. Alexander frowned
at the small packets and covered them with one mittened hand. There
was no chance he’d be able to tear them open with his mittens
intact.
     
    “Can I tell you something?” Alexander set
his hands in his lap, looking up directly at Daniel.
     
    “Sure,” Daniel replied. He leaned across the
table on his elbows, as if inviting an intimate confession.
     
    Alexander tipped his head forward a bit, and
said, lowly, “I rather detest coffee.”
     
    Daniel blinked and sat back, his mouth
turning down.
     
    “Seriously,” Alexander said, eyes wide at
Daniel’s reaction. “I usually go for tea, or maybe hot chocolate.
If we’re talking about warm things… and…”
     
    Daniel’s face suddenly broke into a large
grin and Alexander choked back his rambling.
     
    “Seriously?” Daniel asked.
     
    “Completely, on my honor,” Alexander said.
Much to his surprise, Daniel burst into a quiet fit of
laughter.
     
    “You have a very amusing way about you,”
Daniel said in explanation, and Alexander smiled unsurely.