After Jill was gone, Dale stood on the sidewalk a moment and stared at the closed door behind which the stranger had disappeared. How hard would it be to cross the parking lot, knock on the door, and introduce himself? Maybe invite the fellow to Xtra’s for dinner? Did it count as a date if the magazine picked up the tab?
But a glance down at his jacket and sweats changed his mind. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, which he really had done not too long ago. If he was going to embarrass himself, at least he wanted to look hot when he did.
Besides, he might be barking up the wrong tree altogether. He’d only seen the guy, and while his gaydar may be good, it wasn’t superhuman. Nothing about the stranger gave off a gay vibe to Dale. True, the guy had only checked his mail, but Dale
