As if I’m not even there, Robbie asks, “Why can’t I find a guy like that? Jenny’s lucky.”
So the pings I felt on my gaydar before Dr. Bowden interrupted us hadn’t been off-target after all. “They’re only friends, remember?”
“Right. Friends.” Robbie stumbles a few steps to lean against the counter, then shakes his head as if to clear it. I keep a hand on his back to make sure he doesn’t fall. Softly, he says, “He’s so cute. What’s her problem?”
Keeping my voice low, I say, “Her problem is he’s gay.” Robbie turns his head slowly and blinks at me as if he doesn’t understand what I said. To drive my point home, I add, “He’d probably like it if you gave him a call. I mean, if you’re really interested.”
“He is cute,” Robbie admits. Then he frowns. “Why’s my mouth hurt?”
Now this, I expected
