Chapter 3
Noah took a large swallow of his coffee and quickly put away his phone. He was well aware Kevin stared at him from across the booth an all too knowing look on his face. Hoping maybe Kevin would drop the subject, he stabbed into his Caesar salad and glanced around the small, dimly lit bistro.
“Who was the guy with the dreamy voice?”
Noah sighed. He should have known. “Charlie.”
“Charlie from the neighborhood? The guy you’ve known and wanted all your life?” Kevin smirked. “Don’t tell me you got lucky?”
“Give me a break, huh? We’ve…been together, but things aren’t going well.” He shrugged, trying to pretend it didn’t matter. He took another bite of his salad, chewed, and swallowed. “What about you? Are you still seeing Raphael?”
Kevin waved his hand. “Oh, him. No. That’s over.
