He flushes, eyes sweeping the bar again, perhaps looking for Todd. “He’s just a dick. End of story.”
I assume he’s talking about his dad. “I doubt that’s the end of it, considering he’s calling.”
Isaac huffs. “He wanted me to meet him for dinner to impress a family-oriented client. For the record, I never agreed to go. He just…makes demands and assumes I’ll follow like his good little employees do.”
I snort. “Has he met you?”
A grin flashes across Isaac’s face, there and gone again fast. He glances away, and I follow his gaze to the dance floor, where Todd is now swaying to the music like a tall blade of grass in the wind, his arms above his head and his eyes closed.
“Ah, crap,” Isaac says. “He’s gone sentimental.”
“Pardon?” I ask around a laugh.
He groans. “He has two drunk settings. Soft and sentimental or weirdly flighty.”
It takesme a second to sort through that. “He’s drunk after one-and-a-half cocktails?”
Isaac peers at me, a challenging lift to his brow I’m guessing has to do with me keeping tabs on him and his friend. “Yes, he is. He’s an absolute lightweight, which no one ever expects considering…”
He waves a hand toward Todd, as if encompassing his entire being. The guy is taller than Isaac with a lean but fit build. He’s not wafer thin, which I think is what Isaac is getting at.
“Considering hisbetter-than-averagestature?” I guess.
Isaac scowls at me. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
“Red… To me, you’re all small.”
He tries to hold on to his feigned outrage, but the flick of his eyes down my body betrays what he really thinks about that. Shaking his head, he lifts his drink to his lips before remembering it’s only ice. A sigh follows. “I guess this is better than chasing him down the street when he decides he justhasto have waffles at one in the morning.”
“I take it that’s happened before?”
He shoots me alook. “More times than you could possibly imagine. Lumi is better at wrangling him than me.”
“And Lumi would be?”
“Christ,” he mutters. “I keep forgetting you don’t know all this. Lumi is…” He taps his fingers together, seemingly searching for the right words. “Let’s just say she’s the most badass bitch you’ll ever meet. And before you go getting any ideas, she’s off-limits, too.”
“That’s assuming I’m into women.”
Isaac’s gaze sharpens on me. “You’re not?”
I shake my head once, turning as a few individuals come through the front door. Isaac waits as I check their IDs, letting the group pass.
He clears his throat once we’re alone again. “But you are into men?”
“I am. Which you knew.”
“I assumed,” he says, biting his nail, his eyes flicking over to check on Todd periodically. “But you can never really tell.”
“My sexuality isn’t a secret, Red. You only had to ask.”
But he didn’t without a little prompting. Because he doesn’t want to appear interested. And yet… Here he is. Talking with me while his friend is all alone out on the dance floor.
“So where’s Lumi tonight?” I ask, since it seems a safe topic of conversation.
“Belt testing.” At my expectant look, he explains, “She has a black belt in Judo.”
“Badass indeed.”
