Chapter 11

“It’s good to meet you.” He offered his hand, holding his smile as they shook. “Nice place.”

“It’s home,” Alex agreed. “What can I get you?”

He didn’t think asking for wine would probably go over well. “Whatever you poured for Rick is fine.”

With their beers in hand, Rick led the way to the far corner and the most private place in the room. It gave them an excellent view of the rest of the bar, but shielded them from most of the other patrons, the lighting dim enough to make Jared’s fair skin look golden.

“I guess that means your family is all here in New York.”

Rick nodded. “Isn’t yours?”

“My mom lived here while I was modeling, but as soon as I quit, she moved back to Toledo.”