Chapter 23

“That’s a matter of opinion. Personally…” Armand stuttered to a stop. I’ve been around for over fifteen hundred years. Why am I having so much trouble telling him I’m interested in him?

“You like what you’re seeing?” Tino asked with a hint of amusement, sitting up again.

“I do.” Going on the defensive, Armand added, “Not that you probably care.”

“Don’t jump to unwarranted conclusions. I enjoy being with you.”

“As someone to hang out with when you’re bored?”

“Not at all! Is that why you want mearound?” Tino asked. “To relieve yourboredom?”

“No. I could go to my club, or the restaurant, if that’s all I wanted.” Hesitantly, Armand took Tino’s hand. “I find you…intriguing.”

“Like a strange specimen you’ve come across and want to study?”

Armand smiled. “Perhaps? No. Not really. Like someone I want to get to know as more than a friend.” There. I’ve said it. Now is he going to run, or stay?