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“Got it,” Kyle said. It sounded a little icy. “Let’s see...” He glanced around the room. “Okay. What about the cute accountant-type over there?”
Eric found the man Kyle was looking at. He looked to be in his thirties, slim, blond, and clean cut with glasses and a V-neck sweater over a checked shirt. He was, indeed, cute.
“Oh,” Eric said. He looked back to Kyle, who was smiling from ear to ear.
“Did I nail it this time?”
Almost. “He’s very...yes. I like him.”
“He looks smart, but not pretentious,” Kyle mused. “Let’s guess his name.”
Eric scoffed. “You can’t guess someone’s name by looking at them.”
“You can have fun trying,” Kyle insisted. “I’ll bet it’s... Alex.”
“This is ridiculous,” Eric said. “And besides, it’s Justin.”
Kyle laughed. “See? Fun. So Justin the accountant...”
“Did we agree that he’s an accountant?”
“Yes. And he’s from... Wisconsin.”
“Wisconsin?”
“Little Justin left the farm for New York City to follow his big accounting dreams.”
“And here he is.”
“And here he is. About to take an NHL superstar to bed.”
Eric nearly choked on his soda. “He isnot.”
Kyle reached across the table and placed a hand on his forearm. “I’m kidding.”
Eric’s skin prickled under Kyle’s fingertips. “You’d better be.”
Kyle leaned back in his chair, removing his hand. “You look hot, by the way. I like the shirt.”
“Oh.” Eric resisted the urge to pick at it. “Thanks. You look good too.”
“On a scale of one to kill me, how uncomfortable are you right now?”
He smiled. “Hovering near kill me.”
“Relax. We’re not going to do anything that you’re not comfortable with. I promise. We’re just talking, and enjoying the scenery.”
“How does it compare to glacier skiing in the Alps?”
Kyle grinned as his gaze followed a handsome dark-haired man who walked past their table. “Reasonably close.”
Eric chuckled and took a sip of his drink, but his heart clenched with something that felt embarrassingly close to jealousy.
“So you haven’t told Scott that you’re bi?” Kyle asked, pulling Eric’s attention away from his confusing feelings.
“No, not yet. I want to.”
“Do you think he’ll be surprised?”
