Chapter 9

He hadn’t really gotten over the shock of Mark kissing him when he’d dropped him off at home. Talk about mixed signals.

He approached the table with a bit of trepidation. “Uh, hi.”

“Hey, you. I got your coffee.”

Drew nodded and sat across from him. “I see that. Thank you.”

“I got it, put your money away,” Mark said when Drew reached for his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans.

He took a sip and noticed Mark had made it exactly how he liked it. Apparently the man had been paying attention. Clearing his throat, he said, “How have you been?”

“Pretty good. Listen, I’d like to talk to you about Saturday.”

Drew blew out a breath. “Yeah, I thought you might. No worries. I didn’t think much about it.”

Mark frowned and loosened his pale yellow tie. “You…you didn’t?”

He shrugged. “As far as I’m concerned it was nothing.”