Before scanning the room, Blaine’s gaze fell on the stools at the bar. It stunned him to admit his disappointment that George wasn’t there, but it shouldn’t have been a surprise. The very fact he’d returned to the same bar where he’d met George the previous Friday should have been a clue.
The fact that he felt disappointed, despite there being a number of suitable singles prowling the dimly lit room, hit him like a brick wall. Suitable? What did that even mean to him now?
He found an empty bar stool and sat.
The bartender stood in front of him. “Skinny Pirate, right?” The man had earned his forthcoming tip.
“Please.”
Blaine sighed and gazed around the room. He spotted a few men he’d gone home with before but wouldn’t hook up with again, and another that he’d been with and would typica
