came was relatively mild. “Yeah.”
“Which article did you buy it for?”
David’s look was skeptical. “Brushless motors.”
If David wanted to play reluctant interview, Jonah could go all day, asking question after inane follow-up question. Right now he was interested in establishing boundaries. Testing limits. He’d push a little and see how long it took David to push back. “Yeah? And how was it?”
“I haven’t read it yet, but I’m interested in the increased efficiency aspect. I’ve got an application in mind for my senior project.”
“Cool. What’s the project--or can you say? It’s not a secret, is it?”
Openly suspicious now, David narrowed his gaze. “You can’t possibly be interested in this stuff, so why all the pretend fascination?”
“Why can’t I be interested?”
“Because you can’t. Brushless motors?” David’s eyebrow went up again. Jonah just smiled and waited, wondering if David had any idea how cute it was. “Got a jones for static armature?”
“Not usually,” Jonah admitted. “But under the right circumstances, I could be persuaded.”
“Really.” David folded his arms across his chest again, a dubious purse of his lips adding just the right amount of ‘you are so full of shit’ skepticism to his expression.
“Oh, absolutely. As it happens.” Jonah nodded. “Everybody knows that mechanical commutators are old school. BLDCs are the wave of the future. It’s all over but the shouting.”
If he hadn’t been watching for it, the infinitesimal jaw-drop would have blown right by him, but Jonah had been waiting for it; been expecting it, in fact. The hard part turned out to be keeping a straight face.
“You--” Gradually, by degrees, David’s face relaxed into a grin that turned into an outright laugh. “You totally set me up. You dick .”
“Nah, I can’t take credit. You set yourself up.”
David was openly laughing now and that only cemented things for Jonah. David flipped every one of his switches, in fact he couldn’t remember wanting anyone this much in a long time. But he couldn’t be with a guy who couldn’t laugh at himself.
“ You … Now who’s not what he seems to be?”
It was all Jonah could do not to bat his lashes and flirt like crazy, but he had the feeling that David needed slow courting. There wasn’t time for that, though. This train ride wasn’t going to last forever and, even if they ended up in the same city, that wasn’t necessarily the same thing as the same destination. Jonah needed to get something going now.
“Nah, I’m pretty simple, really. What you see is what you get.”
David’s gaze flickered and Jonah could swear that was a spark of interest he’d just seen flash through David’s eyes, but he only shook his head. “Nothing’s that simple.”
“Sometimes it really is.” As carefully as he could calibrate it, Jonah let the smallest little bit of desire into his tone as he made deliberate eye-contact with David. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, he allowed his fingers to stray over the armrest and brush the inside of David’s wrist. “Want to take a walk?”
“A walk?”
“Yeah. Wanna go see what kind of trouble we can get into?”
Just that quickly the cautious David was back--the skeptical guy who didn’t seem to have the word trust in his vocabulary. “What kind of trouble?”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Refusing to even consider defeat, Jonah stood and backed out of his seat, out into the aisle. “Show me what you found when you took your tour.”
“It’s a train. It’s really not all that exciting. Shocking, I know, but true.” David’s reluctance apparently didn’t extend to his body, because his legs were already moving, pushing him to his feet.
“Let’s go anyway.” Excitement bubbled up in Jonah’s veins as David placed his magazine face down on his seat and stood.
“Where do you want to start?”
Anywhere would do. Just to be doing anything with David