“Will you stop acting like an idiot?”
“I am not… all right I am. I’m just no good with relationships, Henry.”
“You need to get out there and brush up your social skills, my friend.”
“Social skills?” Morgan glanced at him.
“Like talking to people and not interrogating them. There’s a difference, you know.”
“And who do I practice on? I don’t know anyone outside of work.”
“Then go to a gay bar. I’m sure I have a contact or two who could recommend a good one at the other end of town somewhere.”
“Thanks,” she said quietly, appreciating the gesture.
“Of course, there’s still the counselor.”
“I’m not interested in her.”
Henry said nothing.
“I repeat. I am not interested in her.” Morgan didn’t look at Henry lying next to her. “No. She’s not an option.”
“Why not? She’s not married yet.”
“But she’s taken. It’s the same thing. Besides, she’s not interested in women.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Hello? She’s marrying a man. In my book that means she heterosexual.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, his skepticism obvious.
“Will you stop saying that?”
“Listen to yourself. Who are you trying to convince here?”