“See? He likes it.”
Finn wasn’t exactly a bird whisperer, so he couldn’t exactlyarguewith that. All the same, he wasn’t sure he believed owls cared much about what people called them at all.
“I’d better get him settled and fed,” Ezra said, draining his half-cream coffee in three big gulps. “I’m glad you’ve got a new boyfriend. You could use one.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Finn corrected automatically, since he hadn’t discussed what hewasto Nolan yet.
But boyfriend sure did sound good. Hell, maybe twenty-eight was too old to have boyfriends, but Finn still liked the giddy wave of joy that washed over him at the thought of Nolan calling him that.
He’d bring it up eventually.
Ezra lifted Hooters’ cage with a smirk and then left Finn alone with his coffee and his thoughts, which immediately turned back to the next time he was going to see Nolan.
Maybe Ezra was right to smirk, after all.
