Nick nodded, and blushed more because Sam said 'jerk off' so loudly in front of April. She didn't need to know he did that; it was a man thing. He somewhat shoved Heat Stroke at Sam. "You should take that then," he said. He was never reading fiction again.
Holding his winter coat closed, he got up, said a swift "Thanksbye", and headed outside with as much not-hiding as he could take. It wasn't a lot.