Liam shifted as the effect of the smile blasted into him. Whatever they were talking about, Coury was still thinking of him.
Two minutes later, Coury had two mugs and a brownie on a plate. He set one mug and the plate in front of Liam.
“One mocha with extra foam, and brownie with nuts to cut the sweet.”
“Wow.” Liam stared at what Coury had put in front him. He’d totally nailed it. The reverse wouldn’t have been true. When he looked up, Coury was staring at him. “How?”
“How did I know?”
Liam nodded and held the mug to his nose. It was perfect.
“This is from Saturday night.” He touched the plate. “You ordered the brownie sundae. You could have just ordered the ice cream, so that told me youwantedthe brownie.”
He’d paid that much attention?Liam felt like the worst person. He couldn’t remember what Coury had for dinner, much less dessert.
“The drink was a guess. I thought it would go well with the dessert, so I took a chance.” He shrugged. “Did I get it right?”
“Totally.” Embarrassingly so. “Did the barista suggest this? Is that why you talked so long?”
“No, I figured it out on my own.” Coury twisted to see the guy behind the counter. “Do you think he’s cute?”
That was a bucket of ice water. “He is, but he’s not my type.”
“Really? Cute isn’t your type?”
“You’re a dork. There is more to my type than just cute. Why do you ask?” Nothing good could come from asking, but he wanted to know.
“I dunno. I just thought he was cute.”
“And I agreed with you.” Which felt like crawling over glass. So much for this being a date. Coury wouldn’t ask Liam about guys he’d be interested in dating if it was.
“So when do you start work?” Coury, oblivious to the gut-punch he’d delivered, pulled the chair out and sat.
“Hopefully soon. Glover needs to fill out the papers before I can start. Probably by the end of the week.”
“That’s awesome. Excited?”
“Yes. A bit nervous.”
“I get it, but you’re amazing. You’ll do great.”
* * *
Liam had a hard time believing Coury kept asking about other guys.How can he be that oblivious?
“No.” Liam didn’t hide just how much he disagreed with Coury’s assessment of the dark-haired guy in the Harrison Lacrosse jacket. Coury had never done this before. Why was he doing it now?
One thing was clear: Coury liked tall, lean, and athletic. Every guy he pointed to looked like he played for one of Harrison’s sports teams.
“So whatisyour type?” Coury tossed his hands up.
Liam stared at him.
Coury frowned gently.
Right. Liam was supposed to point out someone he thought was hot.
He scanned the cafe for someone who didn’t look like Coury. Someone who wouldn’t make Coury see the similarities. No way Liam wanted Coury to figure out he was Liam’s type when the reverse was not true.
