Chapter 10

Stop it, he admonished himself, turning back to the traffic

before Jamie could see his thoughts written on his face. You’re

evil, thinking things like that. You told him yourself that you

aren’t one of his boys from the clubs, so stop thinking about

fucking him. In an effort to get his mind out of the gutter, he

asked, “Are you hungry?”

Jamie shrugged. “I ain’t got no money.”

“I didn’t ask you that,” Alex said softly. “I asked if you

were hungry.”

“I don’t need your charity,” Jamie replied, a little

miffed. He sat back and put his feet up on the dashboard; for the

first time Alex noticed he wasn’t wearing a seat belt. “I’m

fine.”

Alex sighed. “It’s not charity. I want to buy you lunch. Can’t I

do that?”

Jamie shrugged again. “Like a date?”

“As a friend,” Alex corrected. “It’s not a

date—”

“A lunch date,” Jamie said, nodding. “Friends go Dutch.

You’re paying so it’s a date.”

“It’s not—” Alex started, but Jamie turned the radio up