Chapter 13

Nick set his glasses on the coffee table and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t even fooling himself with that lame excuse. Sheri was right. John was a fine-looking man. Definitely more Nick’s type than Michael. How was he supposed to resist someone so damn attractive? Muscular. Flannel-wearing. With a great sense of humor, shaggy blond hair, and such kind eyes.

Granted, the last time he’d seen them those eyes were filled with hurt and disappointment. Guilt still flooded over Nick whenever he thought of John’s reaction to his refusal.

The slightly bashful, mostly hopeful expression accompanying John’s invitation had disappeared. Wiped off the genial face to leave behind a blank mask. Nick couldn’t escape the nagging sense he had ruined something awesome.

But why had John seemed so upset? He must have plenty of takers. And why did it bother Nick so much?