Turning toward the doors leading out of the office, Nathan was surprised to see Barnaby’s lithe body just ahead of him.
“Still here?” he spoke before he could stop himself.
Barnaby jumped a fraction and turned around. He smiled, but it was strained. “Oh, hi.”
“I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“You didn’t,” Barnaby denied. “Well, goodnight.”
Nathan frowned. There was a sadness about Barnaby he was not used to and he definitely didn’t like. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, sure, I just…never mind.” Barnaby turned to grab the door handle.
“Wait, what?”
Barnaby faced him again and flattened himself against the closed door. The younger man wore skinny jeans, a T-shirt with the words Exercise Kills, and a plaid long sleeved shirt over that. His blue-gray eyes mesmerized Nathan and he knew he was staring, maybe even drooling.
“Well, it’s just that you asked me to dinner and then you didn’t. So now I don’t know what to think.”
“Oh.”