Page 60 of Grave Misgivings
“So you think my voice is sexy, huh?” He chuckles, nudging me with his shoulder.
I turn to look at him, realizing he’s gotten closer. “Yeah. It suits you. And your music, of course.”
“Mhmm.” He raises an eyebrow.Is he... is he flirting with me?
“So, uh, besides singing sexy covers on Youtube, uh, what else have you been up to?” I ask, running a hand through my hair.
God, I suck at this small talk shit.
Zeb shrugs. “Not much, really. Just the music, mostly.”
“Drinking with my sister.”
Zeb laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, that, too.”
I take another sip of my martini.
“So are you, like, seeing... anyone?” I throw out carefully. “Or, you know, in the last ten years, in general?”
Zeb cocks his head to the side. “There were a few people, but uh, nothing serious.” He pauses, his beer halfway to his lips. “You?” he asks.
I purse my lips. “There were a few women, but, uh... nothing serious.” I let out a frustrated sigh.
“Still waiting?” he asks, his gaze dipping to the warm steel band around my ring finger, and I feel the weight of his question in a way that is terrifying and new.
“For the right woman, I mean?” He chokes a little on his beer, smacking his chest to clear it.
“Just waiting for the rightdemographic, I guess.” I shift my weight in the chair, feeling strangely on the spot.
He narrows his gaze. “What?”
“Never mind,” I say, shaking my head.
I look at my martini, and immediately, I regret my decision to drink this damn thing because the words that come out of my mouth next are completely beyond my brain’s control.
“How come you never told me you were gay?” I say, fixating my gaze on him.
I watch his smile fade, his eyes darken.
“It was an accident. Katy?—”
Zeb’s jaw tenses, and immediately, I reach out, setting my hand on his arm. His gaze flashes to mine.
“It just sort of came out the other night after the sour apple martinis, and I just?—”
I let out a breath as I watch Zeb’s jaw tense, his eyebrows furrow.
Fuck!
“Somehow I am not surprised,” he says, letting out a breath, shaking his head slightly.
“Hey, I told you I’m cool with it. I just?—”
“You just what?” he says, his voice thick with panic.
I know panic better than anyone.
I squeeze his arm, imploring him with my gaze. “I just... thought we were close, you know. I thought... I thought you would have told me something like that.”
