Chapter 8
Filled with confidence, Riley headed out his boring gray front door. He frowned as he scanned the street, realizing all the doors were boring gray, and all the condos looked exactly the same. How had hemissed that before?
He dismissed the thought and walked across the street. After knocking, he waited, mentally shuffling through the various openings he’d practiced during the day. He’d be polished, friendly, and apologetic. In short, he’d be irresistible.
Riley had never had any problems attracting men—he always made a good first impression. Well, at leasthe had before his leg got fucked up. With a sudden flash of insecurity, Riley realized this was the test to see if his physical condition would affect how a man reacted to him. In particular, one who already had a horrible opinion of him. Uh-oh. This could be bad.
He heard the lock turning and let a smile flood his face, prepared to charm the guy with his smooth, engaging speech.