Chapter 37

“How old are you really?” she asked.

Vanni looked at Hollis. “Do I have to tell her?”

“Might as well, she’ll get it out of you one way or the other before the night’s over.”

“Thirty,” Vanni mumbled.

“Oh to be young again,” Abbie said in response. She smiled up at her husband when he told her she was hardly old.

At that point Mitch pounded an empty bottle on the bar to get everyone’s attention. “Since this is Vanni’s birthday I decided we should do it up right. And before anyone asks, Hollis knows about this.” Mitch clapped his hands and two very handsome and extremely well-built young men wearing nothing but studded leather codpieces came out carrying a large cake on a silver tray.

“Shit,” Vanni whispered, uncertain which was more impressive, the boys carrying the cake or the cake itself.

“I think the baker outdid himself,” Hollis whispered back, eyeing the amazingly detailed cock that was the centerpiece.