Chapter 23

“You’re even better looking than Matt described you,” Clay said.

Ryan actually blushed.

“Stop hitting on him, Clay,” Patrick said jokingly.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you two arrived,” Clay said, “but I had to run out and get coffee. I thought we had another can in the cabinet, but we didn’t, and Patrick and I can’t function without caffeine.”

“I understand,” I told him.

Clay looked at the glass of wine in Ryan’s hand before turning to Patrick. “I hope you checked Ryan’s ID before you gave him that glass of wine, Patrick.”

Patrick threw Clay a look.

Clay laughed. “I’m joking, baby. You know that.”

Patrick gave him a closed-mouth smile, but said nothing. I couldn’t tell if he was amused by Clay’s joking or irritated by it.