Chapter 17

Win laughed. “In case you forgot, there happens to be a couple of elderly women in the dining room.”

Randy sighed. “Oh, yeah. And Grandma did say something about the four of us playing Trivial Pursuit. Fuck. I seriously suck at that game.”

“I don’t,” Win bragged. “I pretty much always win. I think it goes with the name.”

“Oh, Lord save me.” Randy rolled his eyes. “Hmm, Grandma is pretty good. Maybe we can play teams or something.”

“Gran and I will still kick your ass.”

“You can try.”

Win kissed him. “First I’ll whip your ass and then I’ll fuck it.”

Randy grinned. “The evening is looking up.”

* * * *

“Relax, they’ll love you,” Randy assured Win as they waited in the lobby of a downtown hotel that served a swanky champagne brunch.

“I’m relaxed,” Win said.

Randy glanced down at Win’s twisted hands. “Really? Your hands are strangling each other, babe.”