Chapter 48

Then he laughed at himself. Okay, maybe he really wasn’t any of that, and maybe his accent came off more Savannah, Georgia, than London, England, but this was the first time he’d ever worn a tux, and he was impressed by what he saw.

He gave a final tug to his bowtie and wished his family could see him, but of course they wouldn’t. And if they did, they’d think he was getting above himself.

“Did you say something, Billy Bob?” Jan, his girlfriend of six months—six intense, fantabulous months!—came into the bathroom and gently nudged him aside. She was wearing a black slip that ended at mid-thigh, but no one here at the ranch would have ogled her, since not only were all the men in this household gay, but Jan’s bedroom opened directly into this bathroom.