Page 9 of Every Rose

She put her beer down so it made a thunk. “Alexei’s? In that whole block of food trucks? Is that your brother’s?”

He nodded, looking proud that she knew of his brother’s place.

“That place is amazing. I grab his lamb souvlaki combo all the time.”

“I know. He’s got four trucks and plans to expand.”

“I’ll have to tell him I know you next time I go there. Maybe he’ll give me a discount.”

Matt laughed. “He’ll more likely charge you double.”

“Sibling rivalry?”

“You have no idea.”

Amazingly, from believing they’d have nothing to talk about she found they had a lot in common, even to being attendants in the same wedding. “You’re really going shooting? For your stag party?”

He shrugged. “You saw me grasping at straws. I only got the idea from the cover of that magazine, but Harvey seemed to like the idea of shooting guns to celebrate a wedding. What do you think?”

“Actually, I think it’s really cool of you and I’m serious, if you have trouble finding a place, my brother knows them all.”

“Thanks. How about you? What are the girls going to be doing for their stagette?”

“I’m not telling.”

He flashed a grin that probably made women drop their panties in droves. “Come on. I won’t tell. Male strippers?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh please. Remember, I’m organizing this.”

“Right. Dr. Vogue is organizing a hen party.” He narrowed his gaze then looked at her as though he could see right into her thoughts. Even though she knew he couldn’t, the close scrutiny made her wish she’d taken five extra minutes to freshen her makeup before meeting him here. “You’re going to a fashion show.”

She laughed and shook her head. But to give the guy credit, he wasn’t too far off. She’d arranged with her favorite high-end lingerie boutique for a private, after-hours showing of the latest in high-end sexy sweet nothings. All the women had chipped in so the bride would have a certain amount of money to spend on lingerie. Rose was fairly certain the rest of the women would do some shopping while they were there, too.

“Come on,” he wheedled, “I told you what I’m doing.”

She shook her head. “No, I happened to be present when desperation made you grab the first idea you saw.”

“Luckily, I perform well under pressure.”

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