Page 33 of Bad Call

“I know that, dipshit. It’s just bottled water. I also brought snacks. Want some jerky? I’ve also got chocolate chip cookies, brownies, and a ham and cheese sandwich.”

“Jesus Christ, it’s only a four-hour drive. We’re not going cross-country.”

“I’ll remind you of that when you get hungry. You already seem a little peckish,” he accused.

“Whatever. You bake?”

“Do you?” Baylor returned.

“Yeah, I do. I cook.”

His brows rose like he wasn’t expecting me to say that. “No, I don’t bake, but Austin does.”

“Austin?”

“Marcus is teaching him. These are from him.”

“So you have to harass your friends for baked goods?”

“I don’t harass,” he scowled, making me chuckle. “You might find this hard to believe,” he glanced sideways at me, “but back in SoCal, I was quite the ladies’ man.”

I backed out of the driveway, laughing.

“No really, I was. I dated a lot, and the women always brought me baked goods. Zucchini muffins, banana bread, cookies, and brownies. I ate well.”

“And now? The women of Mapleview don’t bake?”

Baylor looked out the window, hiding his face from me. “I haven’t been dating much since moving here. And certainly not women.”

Why did a satisfied thrill shoot through me? “And why is that?”

“Been busy, what with moving and starting the new job, settling in.”

“Well, I seem to recall you had plenty of time to hit the clubs.”

Baylor glanced at me, his brows pinching. “That was different.”

“Different how?”

“What about you?” he evaded. “Do you date a lot?”

“Not really. I’m too busy doing my job.” Among other reasons.

“But you had time to hit the club,” he repeated.

“Every once in a while.”

“So, do you date women at all?”

“No,” I answered, sounding insulted. “Why would I?”

“You don’t have to say it like that. There’s nothing wrong with being bisexual.”

“Of course there isn’t. Is that what you are?”

“Yeah. What about you?”

“Just gay, Baylor. I’m only interested in men. When did you know you were interested in men?”

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