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thoughts.
        
“Oh? Right, of course,” Kasen nodded in understanding.  “Sorry if I’ve kept you
from it.”
         “No
worries,” Rowan said, winking and smiling towards him.
         He
didn’t mean anything by that, right?   People winked all the time.  Kasen was
certain of this.  His face heated up either way and he quickly looked down at
the ground.  “Well, I guess I’ll see you around then.” 
        
“Sure thing,” Rowan replied as he stood up.  He took the final drag of his
cigarette before tossing it to the ground, stomping it out with his shoe before
he held his hand out towards Kasen once again.  “It was very nice meeting you,
Kasen,” He said.
        
Kasen slowly lifted his gaze, seeing the hand that was being offered to him. 
It took him a full five seconds to get his hand to even move and it was soon
placed in Rowan’s.  He was surprised to find how warm his hand was.  As the
other’s finger’s curled around his hand for a hand shake, Kasen bit harder at
his bottom lip than usual.
        
“Same here,” Kasen said in a breaking voice.  He cleared his throat, chuckling. 
“Have a good day at work,” He swallowed hard, feeling as Rowan released his
hand before he walked over to retrieve his dog.  Kasen was frozen to the bench
as he watched Rowan put the leash back on Napoleon’s collar and then they
headed towards the exit.
         He could
hear Houston whimper from obvious disappointment as his new friend was led
away.  But Kasen smacked his thigh lightly and the loyal dog came running.  It
was at that very moment that Kasen looked up and his eyes connected with
Rowan’s.  He was outside of the park now, but he was looking at Kasen.
        
When their eyes met, Rowan smiled and nodded to him, offering a final wave
before he disappeared around the corner.  Kasen imagined that he smiled his
stupidest smile ever before slumping back against the bench and gazing down at
Houston.   “What am I thinking?” He asked, only to be met with a confused gaze
from his best pal.
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          “Good
morning, Tasha,” Rowan chimed as he stepped inside of the clinic with Napoleon
right on his heels.
        
“Oh, hey there, Mister K,” She said with a grin.  “So, Mrs. Birmingham called
again..”  Her voice drifted off as she wrinkled her nose.  “That woman
seriously has it bad for you.”
        
Rowan was putting on his white jacket as he smirked, shaking his head, “Well,
that’s unfortunate for her now, isn’t it?” 
        
Natasha leaned against the counter, gazing at him for a moment, “Can I ask you
something, Mister K.?”
         He
glanced up from some files, lifting a brow, “I suppose you can ask, but it doesn’t
guarantee I’m going to answer.”
         She
smirked a little, batting her fake eyelashes, “Are you gay?”
         He
stared at her, “What?”
         She
lifted her hands up quickly, “No offense if you’re not.  But you dress really
nice.  And you’re totally polite.  So, it just makes sense that you’re gay. I
mean, the guys around here are total hicks about everything. It’s all about
hunting and fishing and seeing who’s the manliest.”
        
“Are you suggesting that I’m not manly?”  He inquired
        “Oh
crap. No.  That’s not what I’m suggesting at all.  I just.. Wow. I’ll shut up
now,” She lowered herself back into her seat, pushing her glasses back down
from on top of her blond head as she chewed at her bottom lip.
         He
smiled a little, shaking his head as he walked over to stand near the desk,
“I’m just messing with you,” He replied.  “And I’m not ashamed to admit that
I’m gay.”
         Her
face lit up suddenly as she looked back up at him.  “I knew it,” She said.  “Oh
my gosh.  This is so exciting.  I’ve never known a gay guy before.  It’s just
like the sassy gay friend from