Promise Me
“No. Sorry, Gabe. I can’t go.”Danny crossed his arms over his chest and tucked his hands under his armpits, hunchinghis shoulders.Gabe stared at him, blue eyes widened in surprise, his expression a little stunned. “Well,why not?”“Because I can’t. I’m busy.” All of Danny’s defenses were up, working overtime just towithstand the threat of Gabe’s charm. He couldn’t risk looking Gabe square in the face;he’d crumble under the force of just one smile and he knew it. So Danny only took quick little looks at Gabe’s slightly crooked nose, his silky red-gold hair, his soft pink lips, before staring at the ground again.“What do you mean, you’re busy? It’s Friday night. What could you possibly bedoing?”“Stuff.” He knew it sounded lame, but it was the stunned disbelief in Gabe’s blue eyes ashe stood just inside Danny’s doorway that pushed Danny over the edge. As if Dannycouldn’t possibly be doing anything on a date night--nothing except waiting for Gabe’scall, that is. “I’ve got things to do. Surprise. So find someone else to hit up at the lastminute to go to the movies with you.”“But, what…” Gabe’s exasperated little huff of disbelief made Danny want to hitsomething.Made Danny want hit Gabe, and how crazy was that? He loved Gabe. Loved himhopelessly, and had done from practically the minute they’d met. “What could be moreimportant than dropping it to spend time with you, you mean?”Gabe stopped twirling his key ring around the fingers of one hand to peer into Danny’sface. “Dude, what is
up
with you? What are you so pissed about? Geez, all I did wasask if you wanted to go to the movies.”“At the last minute. Just like every time.” Shoving his hands in his pockets to keep fromsmacking the shit out of Gabe, Danny tried to hold the words in, but they wouldn’t bestopped. “Just like every other goddamned time. After I asked you on Monday if youwanted to do something on Friday and you said you didn’t know. Like it’s got to be sospur-of-the-moment spontaneous that you can’t possibly plan that far ahead. Like you’reso fucking special that I’ll drop everything just to spend time with you.”“Jesus, Valdez, what is your problem? What are you, my
girlfriend
? I have to call youthree days in advance or you’re busy? What the fuck.” It was Gabe’s turn to stuff his
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