Page 107 of In Plain Sight

“But you only found out I’m gay yesterday…”

“Let’s call it wishful thinking and not me trying to thirst trap a guy I thought was straight.”

Chuckling, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “Your efforts worked, because you have no idea how manytimes I thought about bending you over and fucking you in those damn things.”

Fuck, now that I had that mental picture in my head, I was definitely spending the next week at work with a permanent boner.

17

ZANDER

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I checked to see who was calling.

“Hi,” I greeted, staring into my closet like I’d never seen my clothes before.

“Hi yourself,” Ivy said.

Absently, I pulled the shirt I’d worn when Luka came over last week out of my closet, a warm flutter moving through my chest. “You’re the only person under fifty I know who calls instead of texting,” I said, more to distract myself as the events of that night came rushing back to me and not because I had an issue with her phone habits.

“And you’re the only person under fifty I know who still gets a physical newspaper delivered to their house instead of just reading it online.”

“Fair point.” I hung the shirt back up and tore my attention from my closet. “What’s up?”

“I’m bored.”

I laughed. “Where’s Mark? Isn’t it his job to keep you entertained?”

“Usually, but he’s at his brother’s tonight, so tag, you’re it.”

“Lucky me,” I deadpanned.

“So, what’s up with you?” she asked. “How was work last week after the big reveal?”

“Good,” I said. “I thought things might be awkward, especially for the first few days, but they weren’t. In fact, it’s like things are easier now that the secret is out and we can just relax and be ourselves and not have to worry about trying to hide things from each other anymore.”

“That’s really great,” she said, her voice soft with affection. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Yeah.” My cheeks heated slightly, and I was glad she couldn’t see my face because I was sure a big, sappy smile was currently splitting my lips. “Me too.”

“Have you had a chance to hang out again?” she asked. “It must be hard finding time together with your work schedules.”

“It is, and no, not yet. But I’m meeting him for dinner soon.”

“You are?” She perked up.

“Yeah.” I turned my attention back to my closet. “Actually, I could use your help with something.”

“Anything,” she blurted. “Hit me.”

“You’re way too excited about this,” I said.

“And you’re doing that thing where you’re excited on the inside and pretending like it’s not a big deal on the outside,” she said knowingly. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“It’s annoying how well you know me.”

“What do you need help with?” she prompted.

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