Chapter 29

“Paul called you my boyfriend.”

A middle-aged man came to an abrupt halt and glowered at us.

“Do you mind?” I snarled at him. “This is a private conversation. Nosy asshole.” I dismissed him and turned to Quinn. ”I’m forty-one. You’re thirty-eight. We’re too old to be called boyfriends.”

“Speak for yourself, babe.” Quinn leaned forward as if he were going to whisper in my ear, but instead he kissed the corner of my mouth.

“Behave,” I told my—fuck it—my boyfriend, and Quinn gave me a slow, seductive grin.

The man, who was still there, began to sputter. “Unconscionable!” he huffed.

“Go away,” I told him. Fortunately, he scurried off.

Meanwhile, Paul continued. “I’m telling you this, Vince—Tim taught us a couple of pretty nasty moves.” Tim had run the stable of rent boys before he’d retired and turned over the reins to Theo, who’d been known as Sweetcheeks at the time.

“Hmm. I told Spike I’d teach him some moves, but I haven’t been able to get out to LA.”