Jordy put the phone back to his ear. “Back.”
“Anyway, no one knows who he is yet, and it’s driving them all nuts.”
“He’s a librarian.”
Silence filled the line. “You’re dating a librarian?”
“No,” Jordy said exasperatedly. Except—did that sound like it was just sex, because… “Yes. No.”
“Wow. That was very clear. I’m going to need more words there, bud.”
“I met him when I picked up Kaira. Then I ran into him last night. Since both of us were without dates and trying to avoid awkward conversations….”
“Who were you trying to avoid?”
“Alana Woodruff.”
Sully hooted. “Did you pretend to date a cute boy to avoid a socialite?”
“Maybe,” Jordy admitted.
Sully laughed harder. “Babe!” he called, his mouth pulled away from the phone. “Babe, you gotta hear this.”
Jordy sighed again. Great.
At least Adrianna provided a cooler head. She thought Jordy and Rowan’s solution logical, if unorthodox.
“Unorthodox?” Sully cut in. “Babe, it’s right out of a Hallmark movie. Jordy, please tell me you’re going to keep fake dating until you combust from unresolved sexual tension and pining.”
Jordy pinched the bridge of his nose. “I knew Adrianna letting you watch those movies would come back to bite us in the ass.”
“I’m flattered that you think I have any sort of control over this lunatic,” Adrianna said dryly.
“You should bring him to the team charity fund dinner next month. Please. I’ve been good. I deserve this.”
“Good’s debatable,” Adrianna grumbled playfully.
“Not what you said this morning,” Sully jibed back.
“Can you please not,” Jordy begged. He had no desire to know anything about Sully’s sex life. It was like knowing about a sibling.
“So,” Adrianna cut in, “are you going to see him again? He sounds nice.”
“I’m not sureniceis the right word. He told Alana her personality was ugly.”
“My boy,” Sully crowed, at the same time Adrianna said, “Well, now I have to meet him too.”
“Besides, it’s not like we’reactuallydating. Or that we want to.” Rowan hadn’t expressed any interest, and even thirty seconds in the man’s company made it apparent that he was the sort to say exactly what he wanted. Possibly whether he intended to or not.
Adrianna made a noise. Sully chuckled. “I’m pretty sure that meant ‘if the man has eyes and is into dudes, you’re his type.’”
Jordy digested that. “Did you just imply that your wife thinks I’m hot?”
“Implied nothing,” Sully dismissed. “You’re hot and you know it, my wife knows it, the city of Toronto knows it.”
“Anyway,” Jordy said to get off that topic, “I’m pretty sure he’s not interested, I’m not looking to date, and besides, he runs story time at the library. That would be awkward.”
“Only if you disappoint him,” Sully said. Jordy could hear the eyebrow waggle.
