“I swear it’s all accidental. I actually did bump you on accident—that’s when I saw you had the needlepoint. And I was driving around looking for someplace to eat when I saw you go into the bar and recognized you. I figured I’d just…talk to you.”
“I’m not going to believe you leaving in the middle of the night with it was an accident, you know.”
“It wasn’t the middle of the night, it was early morning,” said Gabe, grin less awkward and more asshole-ish now. “About six. I enjoyed myself last night…”
He paused for Ian’s name but Ian didn’t give it.
“Oh, come on, I couldn’t leave any contact info, not after I you-know-what.”
“Are you planning to steal that one, too?” asked Ian, indicating the needlepoint behind Gabe with a little nod. So it was still here, although even over Gabe’s shoul
