Page 59 of Boy Issues

Silver’s patience might be unlimited, but Donovan held no illusions about his own.

“Oh, yes. I attend every year.” Jarrod’s gaze darted to Silver before he regarded Donovan again. “Doing some car shopping? I see you brought your mechanic with you. Are you sure he knows anything about high-end vehicles? I could always recommend an expert, if you’d like.”

“I’m sitting right here, and he doesn’t need any recommendations,” Silver growled.

Jarrod appeared taken aback, as if a statue had suddenly come to life. “Oh, I do apologize. I didn’t think you spoke English.”

Donovan clenched his teeth. “You’re clearly mistaken. This is my friend, Silver. And he knows more about high-end vehicles than you could ever comprehend.”

Having a mirror held up to him so accurately was a real bitch.

“Goodness.” Jarrod laughed lightly. “It’s certainly frosty out here. And on such a hot day!” Jarrod glanced between him and Silver, then shrugged. “Well. I’ll leave you two alone.” He wrinkled his nose. “I could tell you were having a very personal conversation when I strolled over.” He fixed Donovan with a knowing gaze, then sauntered away.

Shit. Everything Charlotte had said to him the previous week slammed into him. He inhaled on a shaky breath then looked at Silver. The man he was seriously falling for was observing him with interest.

“Sorry about that.” Donovan’s feeble apology wasn’t enough, and he knew it.

“Hey, you stood up for me, and that’s a great start.”

Donovan hung his head. “I called you my friend. You’re much more than a friend.”

“But you didn’t pretend I meant nothing to you, and that’s a big step for you right now. I appreciate that, mijo.”

Donovan’s temples were beginning to throb. Silver deserved someone so much better than him, someone who wasn’t trying to hide, who didn’t want to hide Silver. Silver could have any guy he wanted. The man was young, gorgeous and had the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever known. Yet, Donovan was the one he’d chosen.

And I’m terrified everyone will discover he’s my boyfriend.

He should be fucking proud to have Silver on his arm.

“Donovan, look at me.”

Donovan lifted his gaze, humiliated beyond belief that he was such an asshole after all. Maybe he should let Silver go so he could find someone who appreciated such a wonderful man, and wasn’t afraid to show it.

“I truly am sorry, Silver.”

“Knock it off, mijo.” He huffed. “That culero means nothing. Mr. Jenkins means nothing. None of that shit has anything to do with us and our weekend together.” He nudged Donovan’s toe again. “Let’s forget about them and enjoy ourselves, okay?”

Donovan swallowed hard then gave Silver the brightest smile he could manage. “Sure. I’d like that.”

He’d stuff his emotions down and carry on as if nothing was wrong. Then, he’d embrace every happy moment with Silver that he could. And if he was very fortunate, he’d at least have some wonderful memories of their time together—if nothing else.

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