But I know what it is. It’s how I dress and act. Even my fucking voice.
He rolls his neck, and I see his mind working.
“Stop doing that.”
“What?” he asks with a smirk.
“You’re thinking. I don’t like when you think. Nothing good comes from it.”
“I think you’ll like this one.”
My blood runs cold. “Maybe we should just drink.”
“Take me as your date.” His words go off like a bomb in my head. “Let them call me any of those names.”
I sputter. “They know you’re straight. You literally dated my sister whose wedding we are talking about!”
He lifts his shoulders. “And? They won’t believe I can be bisexual and fuck both their son and their daughter?”
I laugh because I can’t believe he’s being serious right now. Wolfe is the straightest guy I know. “You seriously want to go to Georgia and act gay for a weekend?”
“I’d do anything for you, and to piss off your sister, her fiancé, and make my grandfather smile.”
“Fuck. This is a bad idea.”
“But you’re going to enjoy it.”
FOUR
WOLFE
We leave the bar and head to the club. It’s a quick ride there, and when we get out, there is a line halfway down the block.
“Is it always like this?” I scan the guys all in far less clothes than Archangel yells at me for going out in. “And I cannot believe you complained about me needing a coat!” I drop my voice. “Half these guys are basically naked.”
“They are gay.”
“I play hockey.” I look at the front of the building. “Is this really called Club Cumming?”
“What did you expect from gay men?” He turns to walk toward the back of the line.
“A slightly better pun!” I wink at the bouncer, hoping they won’t deny me because of this.
“You two. You don’t need to wait in line.” The bouncer calls before I can follow Archangel. He stops and slowly turns around, pointing to his chest. “Yes.”
“That’s weird,” Archangel mutters but walks up to the guys who check our IDs.
“Is it?” I rarely went with him to gay clubs, so I don’t really know.
We’re handed back our IDs, and Archangel rolls his eyes, then slips an arm through mine, dragging me away from the bouncers.
“I get it now,” he sounds annoyed.
“What?” I ask, still not sure what just happened.
“The bouncer thinks you’re hot.”
I grin. “Are you being possessive?”
