<blockquote>Ray tipped his head to the side. Out of all of Fraser's big words, he'd only really keyed into one. Engagement. That was Fraser-speak for "date."
"You got a date tonight?" Ray asked, trying to sound casual about it.
"Ah," Fraser said, looking up at Ray. His wet jeans were halfway down his thighs. "Well, I wouldn't call it that, exactly. I'm..." He cracked his neck. "I'm meeting a friend."
Ray nodded. He felt like he was going to puke. In all his life, he'd never once thought he'd wish that Benton Fraser wasn't standing in his living room naked. He'd never considered how bad it would hurt to be able to see everything that he was never going to get, because Fraser had a date. A date with someone who wasn't him. A date with a "friend." Jesus Christ.</blockquote>
