With a choke and a sputter, Jaime set down his beer and struggled to keep a straight face.
“Come again?” Jaime asked. Maybe he’d misunderstood what Sempai Tyler was getting at. Sempai Tyler’s unwavering gaze was all the confirmation he needed to know he hadn’t misheard. “You don’t mean that. It’s the breakup talking. Just give it some time, and you’ll be back to your skirt-chasing self in no time.”
“I don’t chase skirts.”
“I know.” Jaime stared at his beer with a wan smile. He had to be in a pretty bad place to be saying something so drastic. Even though Jaime had only known Sempai Tyler a couple of months, he’d never heard or seen anything to indicate the man was anything other than a red-blooded heterosexual. “You’re a good guy. The kind that’s few and far between. Any woman would be
