But Gucci didn’t need to know that.
“Your mother’s a wonderful lady who has the unfortunate luck of claiming you as her son.”
Gucci flashed a toothy grin my way. “Whatever. I’m her favorite son—”
“You’re heronlyson.”
“Exactly. Heather and Holly can battle over who’s the favorite daughter, but I willalwaysbe the favorite son.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“And you’re avoiding the question. So, lemme guess.” Gucci stroked a finger over his chin. “You went to some seedy bar on the outskirts of town…”
Okay, the fact that he zeroed in on that so quick was fucking alarming. But then again, if anyone knew a seedy bar, it was my man Gooch.
“You perched that sweet little tush of yours at the end of some banged-up bar counter, ordered yourself a”—Gucci paused and ran his eyes up and down my body and then nodded—“a beer to start with, but looks like you hit something harder later, and perused the dimly lit interior for a burning heap of hulking man.”
“Okay.” I raised my hand to halt him. “Please stop talking orImight hurl.”
“Tell me I’m wrong?”
“You’re wrong.”
Gucci narrowed his eyes, and I made sure to keep my face neutral, but the bastard had known me way too long.
“Ha! You’re lying.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.” Gucci pointed to my eyebrows, first one and then the other. “It’s twitching. The left one. And it only twitches when you’re lying.”
Fucker knew my tells better than I did.“Fine. You nailed it.”
“Uh huh, but didyou, uh,nail it?” Gucci winked at me as he changed into his flight suit, and I rolled my eyes, taking a seat on the bench.
“You know me.”
“Yeah, I do. And the way you’re not blasting off at the mouth tells me it was either the worst you ever had or you couldn’t manage to get any.”
“Oh, I got some.” I shoved my feet into my boots as another smirk crossed Gucci’s lips.
“Of course you did.”
“I did,” I said, annoyance creeping into my voice. “What the fuck did you do last night that was so amazing?”
“Flew in on a redeye. No mile-high action, but I did get the flight attendant’s phone number.”
“How exciting.”
Gucci shrugged and zipped up his suit. “That’s why I’m trying to live vicariously through you, my man. Gimme somethin’ so I don’t feel like my weekend was a total waste.”
“You called it with the bar. Some dive on the outskirts and zero prospects except one.”
Leaning back against the lockers, Gucci crossed his big, bulky arms. “There it is. And?”
“And he was a wild, hot ride. Ya happy?”
Gucci threw back his head and laughed. “You didn’t even get a name this time, did you? Just ‘wild, hot ride.’”
