Don’t look at him. That just encourages him.
Wayne took innuendo as an invitation to flirt. It encouraged him to chase and Wayne was all about that. Wayne hadn’t changed. But physically, he looked buffer, hotter. He still had the bright, charming, seductive smile.
Why do I care? I’ll be Pad Davis in a few weeks. What do I have to worry about?
He then took Wayne’s cell, punched his numbers in and handed the iPhone back to Wayne. Wayne took it, punched some buttons himself. “There, saved. I’ll text you to remind you. Good seeing you.” Wayne flashed his megawatt smile, grabbed his magazines, and took a step back and waved without saying anything else. Pad tried not to look as he walked out, but he noticed that Wayne had the same cocky gait and attitude when they were together.