Drake nodded and drank some wine. “Yeah, okay. You could try the police academy.”
Jay laughed. “Seriously? Do I look like cop material to you?”
Well, he couldn’t deny in his years on the force he’d not seen anyone who looked remotely like Jay. Although for a second, his mind imagined Jay in a sexy policeman’s stripper costume threatening to arrest him.
“Point taken.” Drake cleared his throat. “Still there must be better paying jobs than the department store.”
“Oh, I’m sure. But there’s a chance I can make assistant manager someday. That would be cool.”
“Yeah, that would be. With looks like yours I’m surprised you didn’t go into modeling or acting.”
“I thought about it at one time,” Jay admitted. “My first boyfriend directed commercials. And then he also knew a guy who produced porn.”
Drake nearly choked on a sip of wine. He blinked a few times. “You didn’t seriously consider porn, did you?”