Chapter 6

He turns towards me, bringing the other leg around, too. With both feet on the floor, he leans over his lap and sighs as if actually standing would be the hardest thing in the world to do.

“Brian,” he says again, the word muffled by the cotton tucked around his stitches. Leaning his head against my side, he looks up at me and grins. Even with the cotton distorting his features, his smile is still golden. “Anyone ever tell you how hot he is?”

I glance over my shoulder at the open door, but we’re alone. “Who, Brian?”

“He’s cute.” Robbie sounds like a lovesick schoolgirl, and his grin turns silly. “Socute. You just don’t know.”

I laugh as I haul Robbie to his feet. “Actually, I do. I’m his mother, remember?”

As if I’m not even there, Robbie asks, “Why can’t I find a guy like that? Jenny’s lucky.”

So the pings I felt on my gaydar before Dr. Bowden interrupted us hadn’t been off-target after all. “They’re only friends, remember?”