“Maybe not yet, but soon.” Pretty Boy smiled as well as he was able. “I’ve never seen him like this, Vince. I’m glad.”
“Yeah.”
“And when are you going to get a boyfriend?”
“Jesus, Pretty Boy. I’m too old for that bullshit.”
“No, you’re not. You’re alive, aren’t you? You need to find someone who’ll keep you warm on those cold winter nights.”
Involuntarily, an image of Quinn flashed through my mind. Damn, and here it had been a few hours since I’d thought of him. “I’ve got an electric blanket that does the job just fine, thanks.”
“But it can’t kiss you.”
I growled at him.
Sweetcheeks came out of the bathroom. “Do I look presentable?”
Fortunately, that distracted Pretty Boy. “You look great—you always do. He’s gonna take one look at you and want to gobble you up.”
Sweetcheeks preene
