12 Chapter 12

“You might. Someday.” He tapped his bottle. “Do you have another one of these?”

“Sure.”

Another trip to the refrigerator came with two more beers. When Shawn held it out, their fingers touched, his warm, Shawn’s icy cold. Shawn’s nostrils flared, and his eyes jumped away, though it took a few seconds more for his hand to retreat as well.

“Shawn, I think…” Dario’s voice faded. He didn’t know what he thought. Shawn might have been gay. Shawn might have been attracted to him. Shawn might even want Dario to stay awhile after dinner. He didn’t want to be caught flat-footed, and he didn’t know how to ask. “I was engaged. I mean, last week. Before I came out here.”

“But you’re not now.” Shawn didn’t set down his drink. He brought it to his lips and downed half the bottle, licking his lips to catch a stray drop. “Because you wanted to find Billy Ray. And instead, I found you.”