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different.” I
buttered a piece of bread and waved it at him. “F.Y.I., if there’s a private
jet involved, I’d listen to hip-hop.”
    “Good to know.”
    I sipped my wine. “Do I get you
this weekend?”
    “Depends. There’s club get
together.”
    “For Blush ?”
    He shook his head. “Dogs. Pig
roast on Saturday night.”
    “So, do you want me to come?”
    “Sure.”
    “You really want me at a club
thing?”
    “Yeah. Why?”
    “Isn’t that kind of a big deal?”
I asked. “For us, I mean?”
    Mack smiled. “Yeah, baby, it is.
You not ready?”
    “I’m very ready, but are you?”
    “I invited you, didn’t I?”
    “You didn’t actually,” I pointed
out.
    The server arrived with our food
and Mack sat back and studied me. I hated when he stared at me like he could
see into my soul. It disconcerted me and made me feel like I’d done something
wrong.
    “Where’s this coming from,
Darien?” he asked once the server left.
    “What?”
    “Babe, don’t be obtuse. Does it
really matter that I didn’t give you a formal invitation embossed in gold for a
club party?”
    “I just don’t want you to feel
pressured into inviting me to something if you don’t want to. We’re getting to
know each other, but we haven’t defined the relationship so to speak, so I want
you to know you have an out.”
    “Fuck me,” he whispered. He
looked pissed.
    “You’re mad?”
    “Yeah, babe, I’m mad. Let’s eat
and we’ll hash it out somewhere I can yell.”
    I pushed my plate away. “I’m not
really hungry anymore.”
    Mack waved his hand toward the
server and he returned to the table. “Everything all right?”
    “We’ve got to go.” He handed him
his credit card. “Can you run this and grab us a couple of boxes.”
    “Right away.”
    “We’re really leaving?” I asked.
    “You gonna eat?”
    I shook my head.
    “Then we’re really leaving. You
and I obviously need to have a conversation.”
    Now I was really confused, but I
wasn’t going to make a scene in the middle of my favorite restaurant, so I
stayed silent until we got back into the car.
    “What the fuck, Darien?” Mack
demanded as he pulled off of Kearney.
    “What the fuck what?” I
challenged.
    “What the hell do you think we’re
doing here?”
    “I think we’re driving away from
my favorite restaurant,” I snapped.
    “Seriously, Darien? Snarky isn’t
the way to go here.”
    “I don’t even know what we’re
fighting about.”
    “How about the bullshit of not
defining the relationship?” he said. “I defined it the day you brought me the
book.”
    “You said we would get to know
each other and while we were doing that, you wouldn’t sleep with anyone else.”
    “Yeah.”
    “How does that translate into us
being into something enough for me to go to a club get-together as your date?”
    “Fuck me,” he ground out. “You’re
fuckin’ clueless.”
    “Lovely. So now I’m stupid?”
    We pulled up in front of Mack’s
house and he faced me. “I never said you were stupid, Darien. I said you were
clueless.”
    “What’s the difference?”
    He dragged his hands down his
face and sighed. “Let’s take this inside.”
    “Fine,” I snapped, and pushed
open my door.
    Mack grabbed the food and led me
into the house, dropping everything on the counter and facing me. “When I said
we’re exclusive, I meant we’re exclusive.”
    “That’s not in question, Logan.”
    “Yeah, baby, it is... for you.”
    “I just don’t want to back you
into a corner.”
    He pulled me to him and stroked
my neck. “I think I just figured out the problem.”
    “Oh, yeah?” I said,
sarcastically.
    “Yeah.” Mack smiled. “I haven’t
been clear enough, so I’m gonna make myself clear now, yeah?”
    “Knock yourself out.”
    “I’m with you, Darien. With you.
Not just getting to know you, but in it for the long haul. Official-like. Yes,
bringing you on Saturday is a statement, but it’s a statement I wanna make,
because