Nah, no money. Just juice and cookies afterward. That guy needed them, too. The nurse tried to give him some and send him on his way.”“Did it work?”“Nope.”Jory’s voice grew thoughtful. “Whoever Nicky is, he’s proud. Didn’t want to take the free stuff, you know? All he wanted was to ‘earn’his dinner. We tried to guide him to a teen shelter, but he wouldn’t hear a word about that. He said he doesn’t take charity. You can’t help some people.”David heard the covers shift again; that would be Jory turning over onto one hip. “Glad you’re letting me in.”David rested his head on the couch arm and grinned, letting his happiness color his voice. “How could I not? I love the way you ask.”The bold words were still a shock to him; every time he said something he wouldn’t have said before he’d met Jory was a surprise. The words were worth it, though, to earn a chuckle from the man.If he wasn’t in love already, David knew he was falling fast. Impulsively, he asked, “Hey, do you want to come over?”“Now?”David could almost see Jory blinking as he tried to focus on his watch. “It’s only three-thirty-five. I still need to sleep.”“Please?”David moved again, a little uncomfortable. This was the first time he’d really asked something of Jory, and it kind of mattered what he decided. “I’d just like to see you in the light of day for a change.”“You have no idea how much I want that, too.”Jory fell silent for a moment. “What’s going on?”David squirmed. “Nothing ... yet.”“Oh, now that’s nice and vague.”Jory chuckled. “Could something be going on if I came over?”“Possibly. I was going to make spaghetti. We could try eating it like those two dogs in that cartoon, Lady and the Tramp.”Jory paused again. His voice was warm when he spoke again, his admiration clear. “You really have come a long way. The David I met at the Fest wouldn’t have thrown innuendoes at me like darts.”“Am I close to the bullseye?”“Dead center. I so wish I could be there.”“Then come. I mean, unless you really do need more sleep.”“Like I could go back to my naughty dreams when there’s reality in the offering? No way. Let me just look outside and see what the weather’s like, okay?”David frowned. “What’s that got to do with anything?”“Er, the car’s temperamental. She doesn’t like to run when it’s too hot.”“No problem, then. The weather’s gorgeous. Just around seventy.”“Gorgeous weather.”Jory didn’t sound happy. “That apartment building of yours still has the covered porch, right?”“God, it’s not like you have to sneak in. After the first time you were here, people were congratulating me the next day.