“No one’s paying attention to us.”

I chuckled. “You’re wrong. There’s a woman at the end of the bar who seems plenty interested in you.” His head turned. “Shit, don’t look at her!”

He ignored me. The woman was sitting with two girlfriends, laughing and appearing to have a good time, but every now and again her gaze would wander over our direction. More specifically, Kyle’s.

Not that I could fault her; he looked gorgeous. He wore a navy blue sport coat over a simple white dress shirt, a few buttons undone, and blue jeans. His hair was parted on one side with just a hint of unruliness, and there was his delicious few-days-old beard.

When he caught her looking, the woman’s head snapped forward and she stared at her drink like it was the most exciting thing she’d ever seen. We were too far away to see if she was blushing, but her posture suggested she was embarrassed.

“You should go get her number,” I said. What the fuck was I doing? “She’s cute.”

Kyle’s attention jerked back to me, his face blank. “I’ll pass.” What was he thinking about? “That wouldn’t bother you?”

Yes, of course it would. I absolutely hated the idea, but I’d painted myself into a corner with my teasing and his dumb requirement of not talking about feelings. I shrugged. Was it still a lie when it was done with body language?

His expression didn’t change at all. A lifetime passed.

“All right, then I guess I will.” He turned in his seat to face her, preparing to stand.