Callum sighed. “Confusing things.”
“Ah.”
“It’s not you.” Well, itwasDylan, but not in the way the guy was probably thinking. “I just need to clear my head. I’ll see you at Heaven and Hell tomorrow?”
“Sure.” Dylan’s expression was wounded as he looked at Callum’s untouched pint. “At least stay until you’ve finished your drink?”
Callum shook his head. “I need to go. I’m sorry.”
He had a burning desire to wrap his arms around Dylan until the hurt on the man’s face had vanished, but he couldn’t let himself do it. Curiosity was not a good enough reason to mess about with Dylan’s emotions. He hopped down from the barstool.
“Tomorrow?”
“At work,” Dylan said stiffly, before drinking from his straw again.
“I had fun,” Callum said. “This afternoon. Thanks.”
Dylan smiled and his expression became a little brighter. “Anytime, darling.”
Callum held that pretty smile in his thoughts as he left the bar, grabbed his jacket from the cloak room, and left.
