As they drove back to his apartment, Galen said, “What is with you always trying to push Ian’s buttons?”
“He thinks way too much of himself. As far as he’s concerned, he should be running this operation and…” Marc blew out a long breath.
“And, what?”
“He expects you to fall at his feet in worship,” Marc replied harshly.
“You can’t be serious. Damn, Marc. Yeah, he’s…flirting, maybe. And he is cute.” When Marc scowled, Galen hastily added, “But I think that’s just his way.”
“Well, he can flirt with your father and back off from you!”
Galen almost laughed. He might have, if he hadn’t known Marc was seriously upset. He just didn’t know why. After all, there was nothing going on between him and Marc.
Sure, we went to Mimi’s together, but that was just as friends. At least I think it was.
