Jourdain came up beside Luke, resting one hand on his shoulder. “I believe we are friends now. At least from my perspective.”
“Yes,” Luke replied slowly. “But realize that might be all we’ll be.” He smiled slightly. “Despite what you know about me, I don’t go to bed with anyone who asks. Go down on them, if the price is right, because I need the money. That’s…how it is when you live the life I do. It’s never personal. I’ve never met someone I want to bepersonal with.”
“Never?”
Luke gazed at him, seeing the disappointment in his expression. “Let’s say I’m not rejecting the possibility. With the right man.” Impulsively, he brushed a finger along Jourdain’s jaw before pulling away.
“So there is hope?”
Luke smiled. “Hope springs eternal, or so they say. And with that said, I need—”
“To get some sleep.” Jourdain rolled his eyes. “That’s always your excuse for leaving.”