“I know you would,” I told him. “But I don’t want to take advantage of you. I asked CJ because he had kind of made it seem like he might be interested in doing it, and he’s a fan.” A fan. That was literally the weirdest shit I could ever think or say. Me. Fans. It was a trip. “I’m a fan too.” I blinked. Zac finally took the sandwich I’d taken a bite out of and ate over the part I had before saying, “I’m a fan of yours. Big one. Your biggest one in Houston.” One cheek went up as he ate. “I am. Are you gonna squeeze another one in today or no?”
