“I prefer dudes, okay? I’m just saying I don’t mind, once in a while . . .” “Playing with a lady.” He looked up and snagged a chip shard out of my salsa. “Right.” “It’s a little something different. It’s your summer home.” “My volunteer job on the weekends.” He licked salsa off his thumb. “It’s the expensive restaurant you treat yourself to once in a while.”
