Chapter 15

“If he decided to play matchmaker? I doubt it. We were friends and I worked for him, but my sexuality never came up.”

“So he didn’t know.”

“Nope.”

“Okay.”

* * * *

Another lie in the string of them I’ve told him. A small one, but still…

Conley glanced toward the pool. “We might want to finish eating and get moving. People are already getting in line.”

They did, and when they were inside the gate they found a spot next to the fence to spread out the towels Brian had packed.

“Last one in,” Brian said, stripping off his shorts and T-shirt, which left him in only his swim trunks.

Conley eyed him with interest. Brian’s shirt had been large on him, as they usually were, Conley had noticed in the past. If he was trying to hide his chest, he shouldn’t have. He’s got nothing to be ashamed of. Sure, he’s no muscle builder, but there’s not an ounce of flab, either.

“Are you going to stand there, staring?” Brian asked, sounding disconcerted.