Mac turned toward his friend slowly.
Gabe had issued this so wryly, out of the blue, that it cut right through Mac’s four Sierra Nevadas. But Gabe wasn’t looking at him.
Given that Gabe was six feet four and usually knee-deep in PTA moms and even a few dads who all but performed acrobatics in order to get his attention, Gabe was the proverbial catch. He didn’t really seem to know it.
“Given that you’re a conspicuous bastard, Gabe, I doubt that.”
“Takes one to know one,” Gabe said, easily.
“Rainforest... disappearing like your love for me,” Mikey sang and strummed. “Rainfooooorest...”
Somehow the song proved to be much more moving than either Mac or Gabe had anticipated. So they just listened.