Chapter 25

“I’ve been thinking.”

Rick struggled to pull himself back from the brink of sleep. “Hmm? ‘Bout what?”

“Meeting Tyson tonight.”

“He liked you. I could tell.”

“Good. I liked him, too. But that’s…not what I meant.”

Jared hadn’t moved from where he laid on top of him, but Rick opened his eyes anyway. “What is it then?”

“I was thinking about the AIDS dinner. About how you didn’t raise as much money as you wanted to.”

Rick snorted. “We still raised a ton. Stop worrying about it. We helped. That’s what matters.”

“We should’ve helped more.”

“How? Sold seats on the street?”

He felt Jared’s shrug. “It bugged me I couldn’t get any of the mags to come and cover it. Especially since Leo and I weren’t exactly small potatoes back when we were modeling.”

Warmth washed through him, and he tightened his arms around the other man. “But you came. That’s all anybody can ask. Leo wouldn’t have wanted you to be kicking yourself about this.”