Page 69 of The Boyfriend Gamble

This is not going where I think it is.

So, no second date?

Or is it?

Hang on tight. This might wind up being a bumpy road.

Chapter Three

Cameron

Jasperblinked.

Clearly, I’d surprised him. I glanced around the store. “Fuck, I just…I need to apologize.”

He cocked his head. “Huh? Cameron, I’m the one who invited you. You were shitfaced.” He eyed me. “You didn’t take advantage of me. If anything, I took advantage of you.” He licked his lips. “And I’d like to do it again.”

“Do it again?” I might’ve croaked that.

“Well, yeah. I’d totally do it again. Only if you’re sober. That might be a better idea…”

“But…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t think I could…you know…do anything for you.” I cleared my throat, then looked around again, ensuring no one was close. “I haven’t…” Heat suffused my cheeks.

“Oh.” He pursed his lips. “How about we finish our coffee and go back to my place? You can saynoat any time.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I mean, if you want…”

“Where do you live?”

“The apartments over on Second Avenue. I have a studio.”

A studio?I wasn’t a snob, but that felt…claustrophobic. “Why don’t we go to my townhouse?”

Jasper sucked on his drink. “Yeah, sure.”

“You can bring your drink to the house.”

“Oh, right.” He grinned impishly. “Just making certain. I don’t want to make any assumptions.”

Like that I might be interested?We’d never discussed sexuality. Knight was obviously gay, but I hadn’t given much thought to either FP or Jasper. Given my best friend was gay, perhaps I should have. Except, as dentist to a good chunk of Mission City’s population, I didn’t pay attention. Someone’s sexual preferences had nothing to do with their need for dental care. “What assumptions?”

“I, uh…” He cleared his throat. “I kind of thought you were gay. Or bi...”

I sort of shrugged. “I…thought I was…not gay. I mean, I’m not.”

“No worries. We’re just hanging out for a bit. All good.”

Except he’s offered a repeat for last night, and I’msotaking him up on that offer.

I rose. “You’ll follow me?”

He nodded.

“I have a two-car garage. You can park there.” Fewer questions than if he parked in visitor parking.Who’s looking? Who’s judging? Kade comes over all the time.

Except I’d been friends with Kade forever. Like back to grade school. We’d gone through high school together. We’d studied together at the University of British Columbia—he to become a physiotherapist and me to become a dentist.

We’d both settled back in Mission City.

Of course he’d come over all the time.

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