I THOUGHT JESSE’S REACTION to losing his job was a little emotional for a twenty-four-year-old man, gay or not. From the silent exchanges between Jesse and Sinclair, however, I realized that there was something more to it, but didn’t dig. If my brother didn’t want to divulge anything about his personal life to me, I certainly wasn’t going to pry.
I’d expect the same from him.
“So, are you ready?” I asked Sinclair after finishing my lunch and second beer.
She grabbed her purse. “Yes. Do you want me to drive?”
I stopped abruptly, causing her to slam into me. “Excuse me?”
She steadied herself. “Are you too tipsy to drive?”
“First of all, I do not get ‘tipsy’. I am either drunk or just plain sober.”
“Which one are you?” she asked, her mouth twisting into one of those sexy grins I was be
