Saving All My Lovin'. Donna Hill

bounding in the kitchen, all six-foot-two-inches of him. Every time Wil looked at his son he was amazed that he’d been part of creating such a good looking boy. Chauncey had never been plagued with adolescent acne. His skin was still smooth and clear with red undertones highlighting his bronze complexion, a throwback to his American Indian ancestry. But it was his eyes that captured the attention of everyone who met him, they were a light brown, the color of sweet tea and when the mood hit them, they turned a deep green.

      “How was your day?” Wil asked, taking the beer and twisting of the top. He’d taken two long swallows before Chauncey could respond.

      “Pretty cool.” He plopped down in a wooden chair at the decades old butcher-block table. “Hey, Dad…”

      “Hmm?” Wil closed the fridge and opened the freezer, searching for something to get started for dinner.

      “You know how you’ve been saying as soon as you get some time you were going to go to the gym?”

      “Yeah,” he replied absently, pushing aside frozen packages of vegetables.

      “Well, I signed you up.”

      Wil stopped his search and turned, a frown tightening his features. “Say what?”

      Chauncey grinned. “I signed you up.”

      “Signed me up where, boy?”

      He pulled a brochure from his back pocket and handed it to his father.

      “Pause for Men? What the hell is that?”

      Chauncey chuckled. “It’s a day spa, just for men. They have exercise, massage, steam room, the works. And they serve health food,” he added.