Chapter 33

An amused chuckle made him look up.

“You…uh…have something…” The blond smirked and tapped his index finger against his upper lip.

“Oh.” Elliot’s hand flew to his mouth, rubbing the mustache at the point the man had indicated, and looked at his fingers. Whipped cream. Heat crept up his cheeks, and he grimaced. “Sorry.”

“No worries.” The blond reached his hand over the table. “I’m Harry.”

“Elliot.” He smiled and shook the offered hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.” With the pleasantries out of the way, Elliot turned his attention back to the book but was interrupted again a few moments later.

“You’re awfully cute.”

Elliot arched an eyebrow.

“Come on, no straight guy would be caught dead in a shirt like that.”