Chapter 3“I’m not very good at this sort of thing.”
“Life?” Scott smiled to show he was joking.
Wes figured if he was going to ask O’Hara about this kind of thing, they may as well be on a first name basis.
He smiled wryly. “Yeah, maybe. But I meant, the dating thing.”
Scott nodded. “I see. So you’re just…dating?”
Wes shifted uncomfortably. And that was just it. They all, everyone that was, wanted to put labels and terms on stuff he just wasn’t sure about.
In front of Scott was a seasonal flavor of coffee Joe’s had just started serving. Gingerbread. Wes had plain old regular coffee. Black. That was the sort of guy Wes was. Straight-shooting. Well, er, not as straight as he thought anyway.
“Is that the wrong term? I’m honestly asking here.”
“Well.” Scott shrugged. “Dating someone im
