Chapter 13

“I’m fine,” Steve said. “And Geoff’s right. You look like hell. Bad night?”

“More like a bad month,” he muttered.

“You should go see Lawrence,” Steve suggested.

“We broke up.”

Geoff frowned. “When did that happen?”

“Couple of weeks ago.”

“You don’t seem too upset about it.” Steve sipped his coffee.

“Well, I’ve done a lot of thinking lately,” Jack admitted. Like he had anything else to do. “And I realized I never thought Lawrence was it. You know? If there is an it, that is.”

Geoff gave him an assessing look. “What about Tyler?”

Jack stiffened. “What about him?”

“Who’s Tyler?” Steve asked.

Geoff shrugged. “I just remember the way you looked at him. Hell, the way you talked about him. You said you were just friends, but damn, you were totally devouring him with your eyes.”

Jack scowled. “Was not.”

“Who’s Tyler?” Steve asked again.

“Worked at the diner.”

“That little twink?”

“He’s not a twink,” Jack said defensively.