“Oh my God, could you make your interest in that guy any more obvious!” Daphne slapped Micah’s hand off her shoulder. “We don’t have to pretend to be engaged anymore, remember? The parental units didn’t fall for my ploy.”
“I know. I’m having a hard time trying to forget how to be a straight man,” he laughed. “But when you have a hot-looking blond, blue-eyed man gawking at you, it becomes a lot easier.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” She glanced over her shoulder. “And he’s still staring. I’m thinking you two need a moment.” Daphne shifted on her heel.
“No, no, stay. I want you to make sure I don’t say something stupid. I can’t even believe I said what I did. You’re my safety net when it comes to these sorts of things. And besides that, look at him. He looks like a Swedish god or something.”
“That he does. Too bad he isn’t straight. My parents would’ve loved him,” she sighed.
Micah chuckled and flashed a smile back at the attractive man, who was suddenly making his way over to them.
“Oh dang, Daph, he’s on his way over here.” Micah cleared his throat and straightened his glasses. Though he loved hanging out with friends, he didn’t make a habit of picking up men.
“Uh, hello again. My co-worker said you were looking for Miles Davis?”
“Yes, I am, and I might be looking for something else, too.”
“Lordy. Just shoot me now.” Daphne stepped aside and nudged Micah forward.
“Yeah?” The blond man extended his hand. “Chase Whittaker. I run the place. And you are?”
Micah took his hand and grasped it firmly. He could tell by the handshake this man was most likely a gym rat. Usually, he didn’t go for those types at all, but Chase didn’t appear to be a dumb jock.
“Micah Strickland. Good to meet you.”
“And oh, this is my best friend, Daphne Ellis.”
“Nice to meet you, Daphne. My bestie and co-owner is Jennifer, the one who escorted the elderly man to the door.”
Daphne accepted the handshake and grinned. “Same here. Why don’t I check out the music I actually like so you two can get acquainted.” She turned quickly and headed to the next aisle.
Micah couldn’t stop her and he dropped his gaze, looking sheepish.
“Um, yeah, so … I do like Miles, a lot, but my dad is also into him big time. I was looking for any rare albums or imports to buy him for his birthday. I never know what to get him because he has everything,” he laughed and stopped quickly. Nervous, he forced his hands into his khaki pockets. “Sorry, I’m babbling.”
“No worries, man. We have quite a bit of Miles Davis. A guy dropped off some about a month ago, saying they were his dad’s. And actually …” Chase stepped forward, closing some of the distance between them. “I haven’t even put them in our inventory yet because I wanted to check out how much they’d be worth. He didn’t care, he just wanted the cash.”
“That’s a shame,” Micah held Chase’s gaze, wondering about the truths behind those blue eyes. “Well, you know what they say, one man’s junk is another man’s treasure.”
“That’s what my grandpa used to say all the time,” Chase laughed, showing his dimples.
Micah’s breath caught in his chest at that sight. He moistened his lips and searched his brain, trying to figure out what witty thing to say in response.
“You know, he also used to say, never hold back from going after what you want,” Chase winked and softly dragged his finger over Micah’s arm.