Page 65 of Rum & Coke
“I’m Tessa. My … um, boyfriend worked with Paul.”
“Oh yeah?” Blake asked. “Your boyfriend’s an escort?”
“I guess he is.”
“You guess?” Spencer asked and took a sip of her drink the bartender placed on the bar.
“It’s new,” I clarified.
“Who is it?” Brandon questioned.
“Vin—I mean, Duane.”
“Vinny?” Blake boomed. “Seriously?”
“Um, yeah?”
“No shit?” Blake continued.
“Those boys are droppin’ like flies,” Brandon stated.
Spencer hooked her arm with mine and started to guide me toward the seats. “I’ve actually never met any of the guys, but they go to the gym we own. I just came to get out of the house. We live in San Francisco—well, Brandon and I live in San Francisco. We just had a baby not too long ago, and I needed a vacay.”
“I’m from San Francisco too,” I gushed.
“Really?”
“Yeah, moved here about eighteen months ago.”
“Small world.”
“I guess so.” The two of us walked to a row of seats, and I realized Sarah had stayed with the guys. “Totally random, but are you a Giants fan?”
Spencer’s eyes lit up. “Of course I am.”
“Oh, phew.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Vinny’s a Dodgers fan.”
She sucked in a breath. “And you’re still dating him?”
I laughed. “I know, right?”
“He must be something for you to date a rival.”
I smiled. “He is.”
At that moment, something told me to turn around. Vinny and the guys walked into the backyard, all of them dressed in black and white tuxes, and all of them looked hotter than the last time I’d seen them only thirty or so minutes prior—especially Vinny. Good lord, he could fill out a tux like nobody’s business.
“Are those …” Spencer trailed off.
“Yep,” I answered, knowing she was wondering if they were all men of Saddles & Racks.
“Who’s who?”
“Well, left to right is, Bradley, Gabe, Paul, Vinny, and Nick.”
