Chapter 8
Rylan opened his mouth, shut it, and took a bite, then another, chewing slowly. “This is pretty good and I do like a guy who takes charge. Thanks.” He grinned. “I hope you gave her a good tip.”
“Hmm. I’ll keep that in mind.” Brett nodded. “And I gave her a great tip.” Was it possible Brett was trying to answer the same relationship questions as Rylan? At this point he wasn’t even sure Brett wanted something deeper than friendship. Then again, what was the saying? You don’t find love and relationships, they find you. Or something along those lines.
Brett finished off his breakfast and glanced at his watch. “Our rental car should be here.” He tossed his wrapper into the garbage and took his cup, heading toward the hotel lobby. Without looking back, he asked, “Coming?”
“Yeah.” Rylan took another bite, wrapped up the bagel, snatched his coffee, and hurried after Brett.