Page 103 of Firecracker

Danny grabbed an empty chair and pulled it up to their table. “I can join you for a few minutes before the next show.”

“You are so coming shoe shopping with us,” Emma said. “Also those are awesome eyelashes.”

Danny laughed.

“I gotta give you credit,” Jamie said. “I don’t know how the hell you can evenwalkin heels like that, let alone dance.”

“Practice,” Danny said with a wink. He looked at Liam, who stared at him with a stony expression. “Hey, Liam. Glad you could make it.”

“Yeah.” Liam cleared his throat. “Uh…”

The air around them became charged as Liam and Danny locked eyes.

Tyler wasn’t sure what was happening. There’d seemed to be a mutual attraction between the two guys at Shenanigans that night. Now, Liam seemed almost…angry.

“Danny,” Mila whispered and leaned in closer. “Can I ask you a crazy question?”

“Sure.” He dragged his gaze away from Liam to smile at Mila.

“How do you get that…” She waved a hand at his chest. “That cleavage?”

Danny grinned. “Mega pushup bra. And some creative contouring.”

“Shut up! Really? You look amazing. What kind of bra?”

Tyler and Jamie exchanged another look of amused disbelief.

Their dinners arrived as another show began. Singing and dancing wasn’t usually Tyler’s thing, but the food and the martinis were good, and it was a fun atmosphere. The second show ended with an ensemble number of three drag queens dancing and lip syncing to “It’s Raining Men.”

After the second show, Emma, Arden, and Mila went to the bar for more drinks.

“Wow, this is crazy,” Jamie said.

Tyler lifted his nearly empty beer glass. One martini had been enough for him. “Hey, you’re the one who went on a date with Danny.”

Liam’s eyebrows pulled together and he glared at Jamie. “You went on a date with him?”

Jamie gave Liam a long, level look. “Dude. You know I’m straight.”

Liam’s forehead creased. “Yeah.”

“I thought it was a date. I totally screwed up on the dating app and thought he was a chick. Turned out he’s not. We had a good time, but we’re just friends.”

“Oh.” Liam grimaced into his martini glass.

Tyler’s attention shifted across the room to Arden, standing at the bar with her friends. Surrounded by men. What the fuck?

She laughed at something one of the men said as he leaned in closer. As the bartender set her drink down, the guy reached for his wallet. Arden waved him off with a smile. Clearly the dickhead was trying to buy her a drink. Jesus.

He narrowed his eyes and watched Arden pay for her martini, pick it up, and sip it, while apparently listening intently to the guy. What the fuck was he saying to her? Then Arden was talking animatedly, waving a hand, and smiling.

Tyler surged up out of his chair and stalked toward Arden, his gaze fixed on her. “Hi,” he gritted out as he arrived at her side.

She smiled up at him. “Hi. Need another drink?”

The dude gave him a wary glance, no doubt sensing his displeasure.

“Yeah. And you need to get back to the table.”

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