Page 127 of Sapphire Sunset

He liked dogs, just not on first dates. Then he realizedhe’d mistaken petals for puppy tongue.

Logan was handing him flowers. And not just any flowers. Redroses. Connor threw one arm around his shoulders and gave him a big kiss on thecheek.

“You know, guys with dicks as big as yours don’t really needto get their dates flowers,” Connor said.

“Connor, can you please let there be, like, a little bit ofromance here?”

“Sorry. I guess I’m nervous. It’s been a long time sinceI’ve had a date with someone I’m actually crazy about. Love the butcher paper.That’s so first date.”

“Get a lot of flowers on your first dates, huh?” Loganasked.

“Only the ones where I charge for my time.” Connor battedhis eyelashes, leaned against the door, and tried for his best odalisque pose.

“Oh, really. So how much is this night going to run me?”

“That depends,” Connor purred.

“On what?”

“What you want me to do?” Connor answered. “Foot stuff isextra.”

“Uh huh. I think I’m learning something about you on thislittle first date of ours.”

“Oh, yeah. What?” Connor asked.

“You got a thing for role play,” Logan said.

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re really leaning in to the escort-client thing rightnow.”

“It makes me feel desirable.” Connor batted his eyelashes.“And expensive.”

“You’re both. A man like me would be lucky to pay full pricefor you.”

“Every time you say that the price goes down. Okay. Whatfirst-date things are we going to do? And if you say Color Me Mine, I’m jumpingout of the car.” To show he wasn’t serious about the suicide threat, Connor tookLogan’s hand.

“No, we’re going to do the single most important thing youcan ever do on a first date,” Logan said.

“A full panel STD test?” Connor asked.

“No, way more important.”

“I’m out of guesses.”

“We’re going to get stuck in traffic.” Logan beamed andslapped the top of the steering wheel with both hands.

“Wow. That’s hot.” If Connor’s tone had been any dryer, itwould be Palm Springs.

“Maybe not hot, necessarily. But it’s essential to a firstdate.”

“Okay,” Connor said. Then, when Logan didn’t say anythingelse, he added, “Why?”

“A traffic jam allows you to do the single most importantthing you can do on a first date.”

“Road head?”

“Be serious, Connor.” But Logan was only half serious himself,clearly fighting laughter. Which was good. The only thing Connor hated morethan traffic was snakes. He’d never been in a traffic jam with Logan, though.That might change things.

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