He’d known he was getting that job, too.
“Then we’ll see you Friday. Looking forward to putting a face to the voice.”
“You too,” Charlie said, still stunned by what was happening.
Diane hung up, and he immediately shoved his phone in his pocket.
He’d applied for that job before he met Scott. It seemed like an eternity ago.
Did he even still want it? It seemed like something he should seriously consider. Another step on the career ladder.
But if he was going to consider moving to Denver, he needed to tell Scott.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Scott’s heart leapt the moment he saw Charlie sitting behind his desk, focused on the computer screen. He’d barely stopped thinking about him since he’d left earlier, so he was glad Charlie had suggested lunch.
If he’d had to wait any longer, Scott would have started pining.
Charlie finally looked up to see him once he was standing in front of the desk, showing interest in the takeout bags Scott was carrying.
“I wasn’t sure if youhadlunch, so I thought I’d bring it to you.”
Charlie turned away from the computer screen, smiling a small, tired smile at Scott. He stood, heading to a door behind the desk.
“You’re such a sweetheart. Come hide in the staff room with me,” he said, opening the door and holding it for Scott.
Honored, Scott headed inside, taking in the small room that he could see Charlie’s personality all over, from the neatly-organized boxes of tea stacked on the bench to the mismatched chairs surrounding the table.
He needed to buy tea, so that he’d have some for when Charlie was around.
He wanted Charlie around more.
“What are we having?” Charlie asked, peering into the bags.
“I finally got to that chicken place a little way down the street quick enough to get some wings,” Scott said, proud of himself. “Man do they sell out fast.”
Charlie laughed softly, sitting down at the table and taking one of the bottles of soda Scott had picked up as well.
“Everyone knows how good they are, so they all get in the minute they’re done. You have to be fast around here,” Charlie explained.
“I’m figuring that out,” Scott said. “I’ll get the hang of this place, just give me some time.”
He got the box he’d bought out of the bag, opening it up on the table. It was too early in the day for something as greasy as a chicken wing, but the smell had convinced him that it’d be worth it.
Charlie had seemed a little subdued when he’d come in, but the promise of food had obviously been enough to revive him. He grabbed a wing from the box eagerly, not worried about getting his fingers covered in grease or sauce.
Scott copied him, figuring that if Charlie wasn’t worried about eating delicately, he didn’t have to be, either.
Dating guys was nice. Scott didn’t feel like he had to hold back around Charlie. That was an unexpected perk of the whole bisexuality thing.
He was getting a lot more comfortable with that word, too. Charlie had changed his life in so many ways.
“I don’t know how to approach this, so I’m just gonna say it outright and let you react. I got a job offer this morning. Or an interview offer, at least. But it’s in Denver.”
“Denver,” Scott repeated.
He’d just moved away from Denver. It was four hours away in the summer, potentially unreachable in the winter with snowfalls and the like on the mountain roads.
