“I’m Gage Hawkins,” the man with blue eyes and black hair introduced himself before pointing at the guy to his left. “This is Flynn Hamilton, my friend and teammate. Thanks for the drinks. Would you like some company?”
Calian was smirking internally, but outwardly, he smiled at Gage and Flynn. “I’m Calian with no last name, and yes, please.”
He wasn’t sure if Gage and Flynn had planned it in advance, but both men immediately occupied the empty spots on either side of him. Then Gage grinned at him.
“So, Calian with no last name, I hope you won’t think that I’m being corny, but I believe we’ve met before. The first time was at the lobby of the funeral home, and that was followed by three more encounters. I actually overheard your conversation with Miriam so I’ve known your name for a while now.”
Calian remembered all those meetings, but he feigned ignorance. “Yeah? Where at? Other than the funeral home, I mean.”
“At a diner, the hospital lobby, and the bakery last night.”