“Jay,” I repeated myself. “My name is Jay.” “Ohhhhhh.” He started to laugh, and damn it, the sound of his laugh was perfect. “I thought you said gay.” I blinked a couple of times before I started to match his laughter. “No, but I am that too.” “Then we have something in common.” His grin pinned me in place. Okay, so he wasn’t straight. That made him a serial killer. I had to go. Fast.
