On a little stage surrounded by hay bales sat a very attractive bear in a blue flannel shirt and a bushy red beard. He was tuning an acoustic guitar between distractions from one of the waiters, an equally stocky man with honeyed skin and raven black hair. Even from this distance, the smiles they gave each other were so cheek-bitingly wicked that Locky found himself glancing over to Benedict, craving that same attention.
