Chapter 4
Nathan tossed his pen on his desk and rubbed his eyes. If he had to look at one more motion that week he’d scream. Well…no. But he was damn sick of them.
He’d been back to work a week since his illness and hadn’t gotten up the nerve to schedule the dinner with Barnaby. He didn’t even know what possessed him to suggest dinner. The two of them had absolutely nothing in common. And Nathan was certain Barnaby would be too nice not to pretend he was having a good time.
Nathan had caught sight of the man a few times since he’d returned. Barnaby hadn’t gone back to the bleached blond spiky hair, but he was once more wearing makeup and earrings. He’d been glad. Barnaby was gorgeous no matter how he dressed or how he fixed his hair, but Nathan had to admit he preferred the more flamboy
