“I…” Connor couldn’t tellher the truth, but he was tired of making up lies. “I don’tknow.”
“You still planning tocome?” she asked.
“You told Jeremy I’d pickhim up, so—”
“I can pick him up, or askhim to meet us there instead.”
He didn’t want Sabrina topick Jeremy up. He wanted to do it, no matter how foolish it was.“No, I’m coming.”
“Just to prove himwrong?”
Connor shrugged.
“Promise me you won’t sayyou hate the play just because you’re stubborn.”
Connor frowned. Did Sabrinareally think he was that petty? Was he? “I won’t, but I just don’tsee the sense in all that fancy talk.”
“And maybe you still won’tafter tomorrow night, but maybe something Jeremy says will make itclick for you. I’m just glad you’re going to be there.”
“Yeah, yeah, I need to getout more.” Maybe this excursion would get Sabrina off hisback.
“Right. Glad I didn’t haveto say it.” Sabrina gave him a cheeky grin.
“I’m not sure why, sinceyou love saying it.”
Her expression softened.“No, what I would love is seeing you smile.”
“I smile plenty.” He did,didn’t he?
“When the clients expectyou to—”
“That’s not theonly—”
“And when you’re proud ofsomething you’ve accomplished.”
Sabrina had a point. Mostof the time. But not today. Today he’d smiled a lot because ofJeremy. But Jeremy was a client and Connor couldn’t seem to admithe was gay no matter how friendly the community, Sabrina, or anyoneelse was. Why the hell had he agreed to this?
“You okay?’ Sabrinaasked.
“I… yeah, justtired.”
“You should be. Or maybetoday was easy for a Marine.”
Connor grinned. “Hell,yeah. I could clean ten houses with one arm tied behind me, runtwenty miles, and then do a thousand push-ups without breaking asweat.”
“Ha!” Sabrina waved in thedirection of his apartment door. “Go get some dinner.”
“Fine.”
“And I’ll see you andJeremy tomorrow.”
“Six o’clock at theamphitheater. I got it.”
“Do you know where itis?”
“I’ll find it.”
“Just don’t try to sniff itout with your super tracker skills or something. Use GPS like anormal person.”