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“Oh. Of course,” Jamie said, as if it were perfectly normal for a twenty-nine-year-old to have a house in Vancouver and a car and nice clothes and food in the fridge and still be able to afford to pay for what was probably hundreds of products—and that was for only one box. “You just pay for it yourself. Cool. Question.”

“Uh-huh.”

“How do you pay for it yourself? Do you have a sugar daddy?”

Dorian snorted a laugh. “I wouldn’t exactly be paying for it myself in that case, would I?”

“I guess.”

“I designed an app for one of my computer science courses in university, then sold it for... a lot.”

Computer science? Jesus. So Dorian was smart then. Like, really smart.

Damn, if that didn’t make him even more attractive.

“How much did it sell for?” Jamie asked.

Dorian doodled in his notebook and avoided his gaze. “A lot. Enough that I can pay for everything until I start seeing a return via box subscriptions.”

So, what? A hundred thousand? More? Half a million? Jamie didn’t know anything about apps or what they sold for, and money was a tricky subject for a lot of people, so he let it drop for now and reached into the bag for more popcorn. “What was the app?”

“It connects seniors with mobility issues or no transportation to people in the area willing to run errands for them. Or with them, I should say. They get picked up at home, the driver takes them wherever they need to go, and then drives them home. Sort of like a taxi service, but more personal. The driver will go with them and push a grocery cart or lug dry cleaning to the car or whatever.”

“Cool. What’s it called?” Jamie pulled out his phone.

“Connected Seniors. Not super original. Hey, if you want something a little more filling than popcorn, I have samples of an organic gluten-free energy bar here somewhere.”

Jamie eyed him over his phone, though he didn’t call him out on the terrible subject change. “You want to feed me cardboard?”

“Believe it or not, they’re pretty good,” Dorian said. “I was going to include one in my summer box. You can help me choose between chocolate chip banana and peanut butter and jam.”

He rose, and Jamie carefully didn’t stare at his ass as he bent to sort through the contents on the coffee table.

CHAPTER SIX

“It’s called sapiosexual.”

Jamie drove across the William R. Bennett Bridge over Okanagan Lake into Kelowna and grinned at the snow-capped mountains on his right and left. Christ, it was good to be home. “What is?”

“When you’re attracted to intelligence,” Gio Vitone said over the hands-free system in Jamie’s rental car. His former Cobras teammate had called him ten minutes ago to chat.

“Okay,” Jamie said slowly, making a left on Ellis Street towards his brother’s place near Sutherland Park. “But I was attracted to him before I learned how smart he is. So what does that mean?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m just telling you what Google says.”

Dorian, Jamie had learned, had a major in business and computer science, a minor in sociology—because it was “interesting as hell” according to him—and a second major in commerce because many of the required courses overlapped with the business and computer science core courses, so “it made no sense to not double major.”

Uh-huh. Sure, Dorian.

“Are you sapiosexual?” he asked Gio now.

Gio made a noise that was more of a rumble than a true laugh. “You know me. I’ll tap anything that looks at me twice. Except you.”

“Yeah, because I have standards.”

“Asshole.”

Jamie chuckled.

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