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I snorted. “What would you know about it?”
“What? Because I’m gay I’m not supposed to have an opinion on whether or not a woman is pretty?”
“No, it’s just a guy like you… Aw, forget it.”
“What? What do you meana guy like me?”
“You’re pretty yourself.”
I knew the words made no sense the second they came out of my mouth. He looked surprised but then came right back at me. “Well, what the hell does that mean?”
I had no idea, but I wasn’t about to admit it. “You’re too damn pretty for a man. I saw how everyone was looking at you.”
“Yeah, a few of them probably wanted to fuck me. So what?”
“Jeez, the way you talk.”
“What? It’s true. And I wanted to fuck them right back, so it’s all good.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes.”
God, he could piss me off so fast. “Well, standing up there in front of a crowd of drunks shaking your ass the way you were doing sure ought to get the job done.”
“Oh c’mon, I was having some fun. Besides, it wasn’t a gay bar. Most of those guys in there couldn’t have cared less about my ass or anything it was doing.”
“Uh huh. Bullshit. I refer you to my previous remark about being pretty.” I glared at him, and we sat there some more, and I wondered if he was waiting for me to get out.
After a long minute, he blew out a breath. “Well, thank you for not giving me a ticket for DUI,” he said softly.
“Whatever.”
“And thanks for driving me home. You really didn’t have t—”
I shot him a blistering look and he sat back and shut up. Another little huff.
“Would you like to come in?”
“No. It’s almost midnight.”
“Are you sure? I could fix you a—”
I turned my head then and yelled at him. “No. I said I wouldnotlike to come in, and I don’t want to have a cup of coffee or a Coke or whatever other stupid thing you’re about to offer me. We arenotfriends, is that clear? Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he whispered, his eyes so big and blue I could get lost in them.
I pointed my finger in his face. I knew I was being an ass, but I couldn’t seem to stop yelling at him. “Not in any way, shape or form. You understand me? I mean it. I’m not your buddy or your-your friend orwhatever. Do you get that?”
“Yes.”
“You’re a person of interest in my case. Even being here with you like this is a serious breach of ethics. A serious one! Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes.”
“It’s all wrong.”
He nodded, just for variety.
