Chapter 13
“You know I’m going to kill her, right?” Beau said. He ran his fingers through his hair—was he nervous? That was stupid. Nothing, and he meant No Thing was going to come from this stupidly egotistical, ridiculous notion of Meghan’s.
“It’s a blind date, Beau,” Josh said. “Oh, for Christ’s sake, stop that. You look like a haystack.”
“So? It’s not like I’m trying to impress a guy who the only thing he has in common with me is that we’re both gay. It’s like if I said to you, look, I know a girl you should date. She’s female and everything.”
“Beau. You’re whining.”
“Seriously? You think this is a good idea?” Beau slouched over in the passenger side of Josh’s little gerbil-rocket car, staring out at the city. He hadn’t been on a first date…maybe ever. Not like rom-com first dates
