A Clean Break (Gay Amish Romance Book 2) by Keira Andrews Page B

you boys from?” He stood on the white wooden board that ran along the side.
    David smiled ruefully. “Is it so obvious?”
    “Well, your friend just pulled out a pocket map, and you look like you’re expecting to get shot any second. But don’t worry, folks hardly ever get shot. Not on the cable car, at least.”
    It took a moment for David to realize the man was joking, and he smiled. Isaac put the map back into the pocket of his dark green coat, which he’d picked because David had thought it brought out his eyes.
    “We’re from Minnesota. I just wanted to make sure we’re going the right way. To Fisherman’s Wharf?” Isaac asked.
    “Absolutely. You can’t miss it. This is the Powell-Hyde line, so you’ll get off at the end near the water and walk down to your right. Got big plans?”
    “We’re going to eat hot dogs and crab cakes, and go to Alcatraz this afternoon,” Isaac answered.
    “Sounds like a good plan. Go see the sea lions too. Don’t reckon you have many of those in Minnesota.” As the bell rang and they slowed toward the bottom of a hill, the conductor tipped the brim of his hat. “Have fun, boys.” He left to take more fares.
    More people boarded as they made their way over the hills of Powell Street, and as a young woman climbed on and took hold of a pole, David shot to his feet. “Here you go, ma’am.” He motioned to his seat and stepped onto the board.
    Another woman got on, and Isaac stood as well. The younger one laughed. “If you insist.” To the other woman, she noted, “Chivalry’s not dead after all.”
    The older woman sat. “Your mothers certainly raised you right.”
    David and Isaac shared a glance, and David wondered if his own expression was as guilty as Isaac’s. Then David was lurching right into him as the cable car accelerated. They both clutched the nearest pole.
    “Hang on, Minnesota!” the conductor called out.
    As the other passengers laughed, David tensed, his face flushing. But he realized it was good natured, and exhaled a long breath. The wooden board they stood on was covered in a rough gray material that reminded him of sandpaper, and wasn’t much wider than his sneaker. As another cable car approached from the other direction, they had to lean in to avoid banging into the people hanging from it.
    A laugh bubbled up in David’s chest, and he returned Isaac’s exuberant grin.
    “This is amazing!” Isaac marveled.
    It was so much fun , and they were going so fast. But then David wondered if anyone ever fell off. He held the pole with one hand and took Isaac’s arm tightly with the other just in case. His ears tingled in the brisk wind as they sailed down another hill, but when he thought of the snow and ice in Zebulon, it didn’t feel so bad.
    He leaned closer to Isaac as they slowed for a traffic light. “I can’t believe we’ve been here a week.”
    “Me either. The days seem to go by so fast. Nights too.” Isaac ducked his head.
    A rush of heat spread through David as he remembered the night before, on his hands and knees for Isaac in the middle of the bed, hoping the thumping of the headboard couldn’t be heard upstairs. He pressed against Isaac with a little smile just for him.
    To have hours together every night in a bedroom of their own was such unbelievable luxury. Not to mention the indoor plumbing and central heat. David wondered when he’d get used to it all.
    “I can’t remember the last time I went a week without working. Or chores. I don’t think I ever have,” Isaac mused. “Not even when I had the chicken pox.”
    David braced for the sinking sensation that hooked through him like a fishing lure whenever he thought about money and work. It must have shown on his face despite his best efforts, because after a glance around, Isaac gave his hand a quick squeeze.
    “We deserve some time off, don’t we?”
    David nodded, but he wasn’t sure. Why should he have time off? Mother and the girls wouldn’t have a break—and