Chapter 27

“I like you,” Mac said when he’d reined in his laughter. “Actually, I just had a milestone in December. I turned thirty.”

Flynn looked at him, jaw dropped, playing up the surprise. “Seriously? I never would have guessed.”

“You flatter me, man.”

They were quiet for several moments, and then Flynn returned to his earlier line of questioning. “But really, what would you do if you could do anything other than wait tables? And if it’s not being too nosy, why aren’t you?”

Mac laughed, but Flynn could see a little sadness in his eyes.