Page 133 of Sapphire Sunset

“I’m actually with someone,” Logan said.

For a moment, Connor thought the guy might readjust, maybeeven apologize for his disrespect. Instead, he cast a disapproving eye inConnor’s direction. “Oh, my. How’d you rustle up this little nugget, Sergeant?Did you clap your hands because you believe in fairies? Who are you, LightBrite? Should we call your fairy godmother so she can takeyou home and I can show Logan a real good time?”

Logan bent forward, intercepting the cowboy’s hand before hecould pinch Connor’s cheek.

“His name is Connor,” Logan said, “and as far as you’reconcerned, he’s worth a lot more than twenty minutes on a Wednesday afternoon.”

This comment seemed to hit the cowboy where he lived. Whichwas on Grindr, apparently.

“It was a Friday,” the cowboy said, sounding wounded.

“It was lunchtime,” Logan said. “It was once, and I don’teven remember your name.”

“Well, it’s not like I remember yours either.” The cowboylaughed and then looked to Connor as if he thought he might also be amused.

Connor wasn’t.

“Good,” Logan said. “Then apologize to my boyfriend forinsulting him.”

The cowboy snorted, as if he thought the request wasn’tserious. When he saw Logan’s expression, he realized it was. But all Connorcould hear suddenly wasboyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend.Hewas Logan’sboyyyyyffrrriiiieeend.

“Yeah, no thanks,” the cowboy said.

“Okay, then,” Logan said, “run along. And maybe startlooking for a personality people will put up with after you develop a normaladult metabolism.”

And with that, the guy turned and left as if he’d beenslapped. Apparently he was a cowboy unaccustomed to getting shot off his horse.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Connor asked.

“I know. Boyfriend usually comes first, love comes second.But with us everything’s always been a little out of sequence, so why buck atrend?”

“And I’m still not allowed to say anything about the lovepart, so…”

“Yep. Twenty-four hours,” Logan reminded him.

“Twenty-four hours from five seventeen p.m. this evening.”

“Oh, wow,” Logan said. “You checked the time.”

“Absolutely.”

“You must really be eager to respond, then.”

“I am,” Connor said.

“Well, I’ll look forward to what you have to say,” Logan said.

“You should,” Connor said.

“So,” Logan said, “how did I do? With…” He gestured to thespace that had been occupied by their interloper.

“The cowboy whose name you can’t remember? Pretty great,honestly.”

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t be beaming if I hadn’t,” Logansaid.

“I mean, I could have done without the part where his handwas on your crotch.”

“Me too.”

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