Chapter 3

“Oh. I guess I jumped the gun on that one,” Vin said. “If you only…”

“Well, now that you’ve started it, I think you’re required to tell me the story.” Beau stubbed out the Dunhill reluctantly. “I’m Beauregard—people call me Beau—so believe me, I know where you’re coming from.” Was he flirting? Actually flirting? He offered his hand to Vin and was surprised by Vin’s firm grip. Nothing limp-wristed there. Vin’s fingers lingered just a moment longer than might have been appropriate, warm and friendly.

Vin cocked an eyebrow. “It’s Vinyl. Vinyl Elvis Reyes. Which would be why Shannon calls me ‘the king.’ She is under the misapprehension that she’s being amusing.”

“Wow, and I thought my mom didn’t like me,” Beau said.

“Actually, my mom loved me very much,” Vin said. His pale brown eyes shifted uncomfortably to the sidewalk.

“Loved? Past tense?”

“She died. I was four, so I don’t remember her very well,” Vin said, waving off any advanced sympathy. “My grandparents brought me up.”