Chapter 20

“You look familiar.” Tyson squinted at Jared. “Do I know you, or do you just have one of those faces?”

“One of those faces. I used to model.”

“Really?” A quick glance at Rick. “Really?”

He knew what the subtext was. Not his type. Before Jared, Rick would’ve agreed with him. After Jared, he wasn’t so sure he hadn’t held on to his own biases a little too tightly, also.

“We met at the charity dinner I organized for Leo,” he explained. “They used to work together.”

It took Tyson a second before he put it together. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot Leo used to model.”

“Were you at the dinner?” Jared asked.

Tyson scoffed. “At five hundred dollars a plate? Not in this lifetime.” He flashed the waitress a smile when she set a bottled water in front of him. “How much did that end up raising?”

“Once expenses got deducted? About forty thousand dollars.” Rick sighed. “Leo had hoped for more, but it’s better than nothing.”