“Then how long are you going to wait to get back out there?”

Riley sighed. Marc was right. He needed to at least try to see if anyone else appealed to him. He’d never know if he stayed home.

“All right. I’ll go. I don’t promise to do anything but window-shop, but you’re right. I need to get out of the house.”

“Enough tequila and you’ll be raring to go with some young stud.”

Any man he hooked up with would have to be young, since he immediately compared all older men to Thorne. “Enough tequila and I’ll be on the floor with a limp dick.”

“Bullshit, you’ve never been unable to get it up.”

True. Alcohol rarely affected him that way. But no way was he drinking while Marc was on the prowl, because if he got drunk and Marc wasn’t there to stop him, Riley just might give in to the urge to call Thorne.

***

THORNE FLIPPED THROUGH the clothes in his closet, frowning at everything he saw. He could wear something that made him look like he was trying to appear ten—if not twenty—years younger. Or, he could wear something that screamed sugar daddy. Maybe his lack of appropriate clothing was a sign that going to a club at his age was a terrible idea, but he chose to ignore it. Eventually, he settled on a black turtleneck sweater and some dark jeans that were tight enough to show off his ass but not so tight they looked obscene.

When the car service pulled up to the club he’d chosen, the driver looked at him curiously. “You’re sure this is the place?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, then. What time should I be back?”

“I’ll call.”

“Yes, sir.”

Music from the club vibrated in Thorne’s chest even from the curb. He was truly too old for this.

Don’t turn back now. You can’t put this off forever.

He wouldn’t put off sex forever, but he didn’t have to prowl around a club, looking for an anonymous fuck. He was out of the closet now. Shouldn’t he be looking for something a little less dark and suspicious?

He frowned at the surroundings once he was inside, even more certain he’d made a mistake. It didn’t look like it had been cleaned in weeks. The barstool he chose was sticky on the side. He did not want to think about that. There was a small, artificial Christmas tree behind the bar. Now that it was right in front of him, he realized it was covered in penis lights. Yep, this was definitely a mistake.