“I was gonna say leave, but that does work too. I’m sure Finn wouldn’t mind being a kept man. And maybethat’syour contribution. Giving someone else the freedom to make a difference.”
“Finn doesn’t want that,” Nolan said. They’d had this conversation. He wasn’t interested in Nolankeepinghim.
Was he?
No.
No, he’d specifically said he wasn’t.
All the same, though, rent wasn’t cheap. He’d declared himself Nolan’s boyfriend.
Nolan wouldn’t actually have stopped him moving in tomorrow if he’d just turned up with a bag and his battered station wagon. He wanted to be liked badly enough to justacceptthat.
Finn wouldn’t do that, though. He clearly didn’t have a history of it.
“If you say so,” Rita said. “I guessI’mthe one who keeps dating deadbeats.”
Nolan smiled wryly. “Hot deadbeats, though,” he said. Rita and he had similar taste in men, though he would have dated fewer people who owned acoustic guitars, regardless of whether or not they were interested.
Desperate or not, he had standards.
Finn just happened to surpass all of them.
“Yeah.” Rita sighed. “Sounds like you found a good one.”
“I did,” Nolan said, his stomach flipping over at the thought of justhowgood Finn was. He could barely wait until Friday to see him again. “Finn’s one of the good guys.”
“Then I’m happy for you. Lunch?” she asked.
Nolan glanced at the clock and decided that he could leave for lunch ten minutes early. It wasn’t as though he’d gotten much done today, too busy thinking about how nice it was to be with Finn.
“Sure. Let me just save this and I’ll follow you out,” he said, nodding to his desktop.
He knew Rita just wanted to hear all about Finn, but he was more than happy to tell her. He’d never gotten to gush over a crush he had that had actuallyworked outbefore.
There was a first time for everything, after all.
