“Would you like to take a look at some of my paintings?”
Justin sat up straighter almost immediately. “At your house?”
“Yeah, man.”
“You don’t mind me coming over?”
“Not at all.”
Justin gave Blake the most beautiful smile in the next second. “Then I would love to. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Are you free tomorrow or Sunday? You can come over in the afternoon, see the paintings, and hang out with me before dinner. We can grill something in my backyard. What do you think?”
“That will be awesome. I’m free tomorrow afternoon. What should I bring?”
“You don’t have to—”
“How about a bottle of wine?”
“Justin, man, you really don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
Blake’s heart beat a little faster and harder at the thought of having Justin over at his place. The two of them would have dinner together while enjoying a bottle of wine. That sounded almost like a date.
“Okay then. A bottle of wine will be much appreciated. Thanks, man.”