Page 8 of Boy Issues

Donovan sighed and let his head fall back. He regarded Silver again. “I’m…I’m not sure how to handle you. You’re an enigma.” He shook his head. “I can’t figure you out.”

“You know nothing about me, and you don’t need to,” Silver growled. “I have no idea why you felt the need to come back here, unless that’s another one of your ‘things’. Getting off on slumming it, on flashing your fancy cars and money around then expecting men to fall at your feet.” Silver curled his lip. “Bet it makes you feel real good, doesn’t it? You the man.”

Donovan tensed, then averted his eyes while shaking his head. He scrubbed his face then mumbled something under his breath.

“What did you say?”

Silver couldn’t fathom why he didn’t just walk away. But while Donovan found Silver to be an enigma, the feeling was mutual for Silver. What was it about the guy that radiated sadness, that seemed to be silently begging Silver for the help only he could provide? His curiosity was piqued, yet the warning bells remained.

Donovan finally turned to Silver, but his eyes held nothing but melancholy. “Again, I apologize.” He straightened, brushing his palms down the front of his designer jacket as if putting himself to rights again. “It hasn’t been the best of days, but that’s not your problem.” He offered Silver a wistful smile. “I wasn’t being insulting when I came here. I honestly find you very attractive and…” He laughed with no mirth. “Anyway, good night.”

Silver’s gut clenched, as if letting Donovan walk out of his life would be a mistake. If he drove off, Silver would likely never see him again, probably wouldn’t know where to find him. Why he should care, he had no idea, but everything inside him screamed not to let this be the end between them.

“Hold up, Donovan.”

Donovan turned around, his brow furrowed. “What is it?”

He might be about to make a huge mistake, but Silver needed to try and understand this man a little more.

“Is that offer of a drink still on the table?”

Donovan’s lips parted and he blinked several times. After a few seconds, he gave Silver a tentative smile. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

Silver made his way past a puzzled Donovan, then right before he climbed into his Mustang, locked eyes with Donovan and said, “Third time’s the charm.”

As he sped off, Silver checked his rearview and had to chuckle. Donovan hadn’t seemed to move an inch since Silver had made his declaration. He’d leave the guy to figure out what he’d meant—and more significantly—if he wanted to act on it.

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