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He took about two steps forward before he got a good look at the man and his heart stopped. Just stopped.
There were things that were never supposed to happen in a man's life. You should never have to see your parents naked, you should never have to lose your balls, you should never have to meet the man who left you and the rat race behind to get back to nature. Never.
The dearly held hope that he was wrong died a quick death when Amos stopped as if hit with a brick. "Well, I'll be damned. Dave."
"David." The correction was immediate, instinctive. "Jesus. I didn't expect to see you."
Not now. Hell, not ever.
"Yeah." Amos looked him over, green eyes bright and curious. Noting the changes, no doubt, but that was only fair, as Amos had changed as well. There was a short beard now, neatly trimmed, and the brown hair was streaked liberally with blonde. "You look good."
"Thank you." It was amazing what an eye tuck and a diet of bagels and uppers could do for a man. "You do, too. The years have been good to you."
His heart was pounding and he simply didn't know what to do. He wasn't ready. He wasn't ever going to be ready for this, but why couldn't he have been in a suit? Been in a classy joint sipping a martini and able to just smile coolly and escape?
Amos snapped out of the shock first, or at least it appeared so, and reached out to take his bag from the old man, nodding. "Thanks, Bob. I'll see you and Bob tomorrow night. You take good care of Noodle, okay? Oh, and he ate a wrapper."