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again. He was grateful to Tally for agreeing to go hang out with the guys, and he even agreed to a ride to get Brock the heck out of the shop before Lex happened to come back and Brock caused a scene. At least Brock was sober. For once. Drew didn’t have much hope of it lasting for more than a few hours.
    It felt good to have a plan, Drew realized. And as much as he was into that guy he’d seen only fleetingly, it didn’t have everything to do with him. It was more about how he was going to finally ease the people he knew into understanding him. Maybe. Drew sighed. Not likely. At least he was going to give it the old try. And lost business or not, hopefully not, he would at least be living his own life and not someone else’s.
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OD , he was cute. Mason still thought about the guy from the cafe every so often. It had been days, but that oddly magnetic moment was hard to shake. Whenever he was trying to fall asleep after a long, exhausting day, or had a moment of quiet at the hospital, he saw those big eyes, green and soft, and that shy smile. The guy had looked a bit buttoned up and prim. Mason had to admit that was his Achilles’ heel when it came to men. The gray spring peacoat was his favorite part. So Jude Law in Burberry. Mason found himself smiling.
“What’s got you all starry-eyed?”
    Mason jumped and nearly spilled the pile of papers he was pretending to sort through. He’d been standing at the main nurses’ station, filling out some reports. Amy always managed to catch him off guard, but he still couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “Not much.” Even to him that sounded like a lie with a giggle hiding behind it.
“Bullshit. Try again.”
    It was hard not to snort out the coffee he’d just taken a sip of. “Oh, I just saw a guy a few days
ago. He was… I don’t know. My type. Preppy. A little older. Kinda gorgeous.”
    “Name?” Amy looked like she was about a half a step away from tapping her pencil on the counter.
    “I wish I knew.” Mason shrugged. “It was one of those things where you both say hi to each other, but neither of you say anything else, and then the moment is gone.”
    “How do you know he’s gay?”
“What is this? The third degree?” He had to give Lex credit for withstanding it as many years as he had.
“Lex calls it the Spanish Inquisition.” Amy tilted her head to the side in a deceptively innocent gesture. “Except I’m Scottish.”
“Well, William Wallace, I don’t know that he’s gay, I just had a feeling. I also don’t know his
    name, where he lives, what car he drives, or what side he dresses on. All I know is he likes the sandwiches at Alfie’s, and he wears a gray peacoat.” Mason smiled. “And he has the prettiest green eyes I think I’ve ever seen.”
    Amy looked at him for a long, measuring moment. “We need to find you a man. You’re conjuring Cinderfellas.”
    “Did you just say Cinderfellas?” Mason did snort that time. Luckily his mouth was empty. “Please tell me that word doesn’t exist.”
    “It does… if you read the right books.” Amy looked embarrassed suddenly, as if she hadn’t meant to say that.
    “Well, your unconventional romance fetishes are our secret.” He grinned. “For now. Besides, with the clothes he was wearing, I’d go more with me being the little cinder boy. He looked awfully expensive.”
“We still need to find you a man. A real one.” “Because that worked so well last time?”
    Amy elbowed Mason, laughed and headed back to work. “At least you got a friend out of it!” she called over her shoulder.
    He had. One he didn’t see, but at least they traded smartass texts every few days. It was the most social thing Mason had done since he’d landed in Astoria. Speaking of… he’d felt his phone buzz a few hours ago but hadn’t checked the message. Mason smiled. It wasn’t Lex, but it was Logan.
Hey Maseterbator. What u doin’ this wknd? Carrie misses u.
     
Nice. Way to blame it on the