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walked across the kitchen this morning on her hind legs she
was so happy. And I'll bet that horny old hunting dog is
smiling, too." She frowned and shook her head. "It's my own
fault for not getting her spayed a long time ago. I should
have listened to Jase."
"It'll be okay, Mom," Mary said, grabbing her mother-in-
law by the elbow. "Let's go pick up some treats for all the
dogs. I'm sure even the hunting dogs deserve something
special for a change." Then she smiled and winked at Luis.
All through town, Mary and Isabelle nodded and said good
morning to people they passed on the sidewalk. A few times
they stopped and chatted while Luis stepped back and looked
around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Being here had a
special feeling all its own. It wasn't like being in a small town
in upstate New York or back in Tennessee. Though all the
buildings were old and slightly off center, with uneven door
frames and sloping front steps, everything was well kept and
extremely clean. Even the buildings with chipped paint and
crooked shutters had an authentic appeal that made Luis
smile. One tiny used furniture shop had two old rocking chairs
out front with for sale signs taped to their backs. The chairs
had been painted white a long time ago and the paint had
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aged and chipped with time. They were selling for twenty-five
dollars each, which made Luis look twice to be sure. He'd
seen chairs just like them in an antique shop in New York
selling for five hundred dollars each. He'd watched a woman
wearing beige slacks and a navy blue blazer buy them both
and ask the store clerk to deliver them to her Connecticut
address.
Luis also noticed more than a few attractive men in town,
and the one huge difference he had noticed about Alaskan
men compared to New York men was how large they were.
They all had broad shoulders and thick necks. Their legs were
long and it looked as if they all wore size fourteen shoes.
Some of them had hands the size of large iron skillets. He
passed one strapping young man with a crotch that bulged
forward in such an obnoxious way it looked as if he'd stuffed
a grapefruit down his pants and his zipper was ready to pop
open. Luis turned his head fast. He didn't want anyone to
know he was checking out bulges. But if this guy's dick was
anything like the size of his massive hands, he was making
some woman very happy.
In Cleary's pet store, they bought a few packages of
doggie treats and a new rhinestone collar for Sweetie-Pie
(Isabelle said her neck might swell if she was pregnant). Then
they crossed the street to a small gift shop and Mary
purchased a new wreath made out of dried flowers and blue
silk ribbons. She told Luis it was for the side door on the
boathouse, because she thought it looked too bland. Isabelle
thought she was wasting her money on "frivolous notions,"
but Mary just smiled and ignored her. From there, they
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walked to the other end of town so Isabelle could place a new
book on reserve at the town library. The library was nothing
more than a small red clapboard building with bright white
trim. But all the latest books were on display, and the one
written by the woman politician at the party had a table all its
own.
By noontime, they walked back toward the docks and
stopped in front of a long, flat wooden building with a sign
that read, "Dawson's." The wooden siding had been left
unpainted and it had aged into dull, dishwater gray. The red
tin roof had buckled over the years and the outside lamps
were all crooked. It appeared to be a restaurant, but Luis
couldn't be sure because the windows were all dark. It
reminded Luis of a gay bar back in Tennessee on the edge of
town where so-called straight guys used to sneak out on their
wives for quick blow jobs.
Isabelle rubbed her palms together and said, "Here we are.
I've been looking forward to this all morning. We're gonna see
some hot stuff today!" Her pupils were dilated, and she
rocked back and forth in her white running shoes.
Mary sighed. "Just don't get too excited, Mom. The last
time we did this you almost fell and broke a hip. I don't want
to spend the rest of the day in the emergency room." She
smiled at Luis, but her tone was exasperated.
Isabelle raised one eyebrow and smirked. "I'm a grown
woman. I know how to behave, thank you. And for your
information, I was talking about the fact that I'm starved, not
the surprise we have planned for Luis." Then she poked Luis
in the ribs and giggled.
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He looked to Mary for help and she just sent him a hapless
glance with half-closed eyelids.
When they entered Dawson's, Luis noticed a long bar at
one end of the room and tables scattered around it. The main
room wasn't very large and the tables were so close together
you had to squeeze through chairs to get around. The walls
were dark pine, the windows were covered with dark shades,
and the lights were dim. Almost every table was filled with
women of all ages in groups of four to six. As they passed the
bar, Mary and Isabelle stopped to say hello to a young man
sitting on a stool at the far end. Other than a few employees,
he and Luis seemed to be the only men in the place.
"Long time no see," Mary said. She leaned forward and
kissed him on the cheek.
Luis recognized the man. It was Trey, Jase's old friend
from the party. He was wearing a tight black shirt and tight
low-rise jeans. Though he'd moved back to Alaska for good,
Trey still dressed as if he were living in Los Angeles. Though
weren't many men in Dawson's that afternoon, Trey stood out
from the other men there. He was thinner and more toned
than the other guys. He had a slicker hair cut and a sharper
look in his eyes.
Trey stood up and kissed Mary and Isabelle on the cheek.
He smiled at Luis and said, "Nice to see you again."
"Nice to see you, too," Luis said. His instincts kicked in he
had to be cautious with this one.
"Trey's family owns this place," Mary said. "It has the best
food in Alaska."
Luis smiled. "I'm looking forward to it."
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"Would you like to join us at our table?" Mary asked Trey.
"It's only the three of us."
He shook his head and said, "I'll be over later. I'd rather
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