But love? Surely not. Surely this was just one of those things, one of those summer romances that would end when Ty went home. Evan could get back to work and concentrate on his games, and he’d forget all about Ty Mitchell. And Ty wouldn’t have any trouble forgetting Evan. He was a big-shot writer. Surely he had a man in every port, people throwing themselves at him at every signing. No wonder he wanted to keep things casual.
Evan pasted another smile on his face. “I’m not in love, Ty. I just really like your company. That’s all it is. I’ll be fine once you leave. You’ll see.”
Ty nodded, still watching the Frisbee-chasing collie. “It’s not like we’re not going to stay in touch. I’ve got your email, you’ve got my cellphone number. We’ll have plenty more conversations. Heck, we can text each other every day if we want.”
He threw an arm over Evan’s shoulders. “Just try not to get too involved, okay? I’m worried about you. I don’t want to break your heart or anything.”