Chapter 88

“That’s what you get for pilfering my drink,” he said loftily as he retrieved his glass.

April muffled a giggle, which I appreciated. “I’ll put in your order and see how those wings are coming along.” She hurried off.

I glanced across at DB and sighed, then selected a slice of cornbread and slathered it with butter. “So. Do you want to tell me what’s happened between the time I talked to you earlier and now?”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” In spite of saying that, he did talk. “We did things—I let them do things—I’ve never done with anyone else. I’m thirty-seven, Quinn, but they made me feel like a randy teen. L-one of them liked to wear a strap on and she used it....” He turned bright red. “Uh... on me.”

This time I nearly choked on my beer. Could that be why he was so accepting of my sexuality?

“Now...”

“Now?”