But just as quickly, he recovers. “Interesting password. I was thinking more like, two knocks, then three quick taps. I have a boyfriend, RJ. I think that’s one I’ll remember.” I groan. “Look, I’m sorry. I kept telling myself that this was okay. That you were a nice guy, a friend, someone I’d enjoy having dinner with, whether you were a man or a woman.” I stare down at my napkin. “But the truth is, I’m enjoying myself too much. And it’s wrong.” I force myself to look at him. “And it’s scaring me.” He reaches across the table and touches my arm. “Hey, it’s okay. You go home and tell the bloke that you’ve met someone else. You’re dumping him for some guy you barely know, a real catch who lives in the hills of Michigan. You tell him that you’re going to pursue a long-distance relationship, because, well, one thousand two-hundred eight-point-six miles is so easy to overcome.” He tilts his head. “And yes, that is the correct distance from your doorstep to mine.
