“Do you have a boyfriend?” There wasn’t a trace of scorn in the question, but Ryan flushed anyway. “No,” he said quietly. “Has there ever been one?” Ryan smoothed a hand over the top of the dresser, and followed its path with his eyes. “Not for a while now, but yeah. A couple.” He glanced up to meet Wyatt’s eyes. “Why? You have someone in mind?” Wyatt’s face split into a huge grin. “Is that flirting? Are you flirting with me, Pricey?”
