Cute? Like really cute, or in a patronizing way? Not that it mattered—Dominic was dating someone, and that someone wasn't Gavin, which was fine. Gavin dated other former foster kids, or guys who looked at his tattoos and thought he was down to party, or occasionally sweet, sad, messed-up boys he met at rallies. Not winking, long-haired Cary Grants.

"Oh, we share the secret records among ourselves," he found himself saying, still thinking about that wink. "Intra-library gossip is extremely kosher."