Chapter 6
The Indigo Club’s lights twisted overhead, splashing reds, blues, greens against the wall and floor as the music boomed electronica. Pad caught Tristan two stools down eyeing the male strippers. Belinda sat next to him, talking into his ear. No doubt just to communicate because the speakers weren’t far from them.
“Bud Light?”
Pad accepted the long neck from Liam. He leaned closer so he could talk in Liam’s ear. “Thanks! Where’s Jack?”
Pad straightened up, then Liam leaned in to talk. “I think he’s hitting on the twenty-something barhop over on the corner.” As he spoke Liam rolled his eyes, then laughed, which made his sharp nose less harsh in the light. The darkness of the bar hid his almost cerulean blue eyes. Liam scooted his bar stool closer so that there thighs touched as
