came up lacking.
“I remember you.” Declan hunched his shoulders and looked down. “I'm not so great with names though. Yours was something that started with a C . Something unusual, right?"
"Close enough. I'm Killian, Killian Hamilton. It's nice to see you again. You look great."
"Thanks. So do you." Declan shuffled his feet. "Can we move this conversation to another aisle? I don't want to get caught next to the mess I made."
"Sure." Killian smiled, relaxing a little. "Lead the way."
Declan mumbled something about toaster waffles and took off down the aisle. Killian followed, doing his best not to stare at the man's ass. The memory of how hot and tight Declan had felt around his cock caused blood to flood south much quicker than it should have considering the environment.
Killian dragged his gaze away from the firm, denim-encased globes. "So you have a sweet tooth, huh?"
"Hmm?" Declan stopped at the end of the aisle and looked both ways before turning right. "Oh, well, a little bit. I like sweets just fine. Mostly the waffles are just quick and easy to fix. I'm not much of a cook."
"That's a shame." Killian saw his opening and jumped on it, while hustling to keep up. "I really love to cook. I could make you dinner sometime; show you how to make a few simple things."
Declan stopped next to the frozen foods, pulled a box of strawberry waffles out of one of the cases, and then glanced at Killian. "Thanks for the offer, but I probably shouldn't."
"Well," Killian continued. "If you don't feel comfortable coming to my house, I could take you out for dinner somewhere?"
"I don't know if I should date anyone I know from, uh"—Declan shot a glance at the little old woman perusing frozen veggies—"work."
"I promise I'm not a loony stalker or anything. I just…" Killian thought over his words carefully. At this point he didn't really have anything to lose. "I could really use another friend. It doesn't have to be any more than that, if you don't want it to."
A heartbeat went by before Declan met Killian's gaze and gave a tight nod. "All right."
Chapter Five
On the following Friday, Declan stood outside the theater on First Street and wondered if he'd made a huge mistake in agreeing to a date with a former john. Killian seemed like an all-right guy, from what Declan could remember of their night together, but he didn't know the man from Adam. It wasn't like they'd traded life histories before they'd fucked. As a matter of fact, they hadn't talked very much at all.
Going to the movies with Killian, rather than having dinner, was Grey's brainchild. He seemed to think sitting in the dark with Killian would tell Declan more about the other man than sharing a meal and conversation would. Declan still wasn't sure how Grey had come to that deduction, but he was willing to give it a whirl since there were a couple of good action movies out that he wanted to see anyway.
He supposed if they made it through two hours of explosions in the dark without Killian trying to cop a feel, he would feel better about the state of affairs. At the moment, however, he was nervous and uncertain about the whole situation.
Declan paced back and forth in front of the ticket window, watching people come and go. Finally, before his nerves had time to talk him out of waiting any longer, he spotted Killian striding toward him. The older man looked good in the twilight of evening. His hair caught the faded rays of light and reflected it, making his dark brown hair shine with red highlights. His broad shoulders stretched a white polo shirt to capacity, with the collar open just enough to show off the tender dip at the base of his throat. Pressed khakis and loafers rounded out his look and made him look like Declan's idea of an executive yuppie. He wished he'd paid attention and noticed what Killian had driven to the theater. He'd bet his right ear that the older man drove an economical four-door car. There didn't seem to be anything flashy