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“It wasn’t my story to tell.” He wouldn’t want someone to invade his privacy that way.
The corners of Nico’s eyes crinkled, and his lips twitched. “You were always good at keeping secrets.”
That didn’t exactly sound like a compliment, but nor did he look angry, so Cameron decided to ignore him. “What about you, Dad?”
Mark Stone shoved his hands into the pockets of his Docker’s and rocked back on his heels. “If you’re asking if this changes how I feel about that young man, I’m going to be disappointed in you, son.”
Cameron snorted. “Yes, sir.”
“I have to ask, though. Are you sure you’re ready for all this? You two haven’t been dating very long.”
It seemed impossible that they’d met just over four weeks ago. Sometimes, it felt like he’d known Asher forever. “I honestly don’t know if I’m ready or not, but I’m not going anywhere.”
His dad bobbed his head a couple of times. “In that case, we’ll be here for you, both of you, whatever you need.”
“When you start getting hounded by reporters, be sure to mention Hart N Soul Ink.” Nico laughed when Cameron arched an eyebrow at him. “What? I could use the free publicity.”
“Your concern is touching.”
“I’m concerned. I’m, like,soconcerned.” Nico held his arms out to his sides. “Look at my concernedness.”
Cameron rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop laughing. “There is something very wrong with you.”
Pushing off the rail, Nico stepped up beside him and bumped their shoulders together. “Shut up. You know I’ve got your back.” He tipped the neck of his beer bottle toward Asher, who was still sandwiched between Sarah and Natalie. “Pretty boy is kind of starting to grow on me.”
Cameron’s heart fluttered, and a warm rush spread through him. “He’s kind of starting to grow on me as well.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Raine Beau’s had onlybeen open for a few weeks, but everyone Cameron knew was buzzing about it. Both Nico and Derek had mentioned it, as well as his receptionist Amelia. Even his freaking mom had heard about the club.
“Holy shit,” Luke said from behind him, lifting his voice to be heard over the pulse of the music. “Didn’t you say this place is new?”
Cameron shrugged, but he understood what Luke meant. The club was packed from wall to wall with hundreds of scantily clad, gyrating bodies.
“There’s the bar,” Nico called, pointing toward the west wall.
“There’s another one,” Derek added, nodding in the opposite direction.
Luke smirked as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “I found the dance floor.”
Chuckling, Asher took Cameron’s hand and pulled him away from the entrance. “They’re like Google Maps for the club scene. ‘In four feet, make a U-turn. Proceed to the bar. Your drink will be on the left.’”
“Laugh all you want,” Nico called, following behind them. “We’ll be the ones with drinks while you die of dehydration.”
Cameron looked over his shoulder with a frown. “Technically, alcohol contributes to dehydration. That’s one of the reasons you get a hangover when you overindulge.”
Nico and Derek glanced at each other, then snorted at the same time. Cameron didn’t really see what was so funny.
“Actually,” Asher interrupted, “we will be the ones sitting in the VIP section while a half-naked guy in spandex shortsdeliversour drinks.” His lips turned down at the corners, and he shook his head sadly. “Good luck with getting the bartenders attention, though.”
“Wait,” Derek said, stepping around them to block their path. “VIP?”
A heartbeat later, Nico and Luke joined him, all three of them staring back at Asher expectantly.
“I have a booth reserved in the Sky Lounge.” Jerking his head upward, Asher indicated a dimly lit section on the balcony overhead. “Like I said, though, good luck at the bar.”
“How the fuck did you get a booth in the Sky Lounge?” Nico demanded. “I’ve been trying to reserve one since this place opened.”
