Chapter 18

“I think I’m cute, intelligent, and amazing. I also think I’m right, bro.”

“Smug bastard.” Ryker laughed out loud. It was hard to retain a bad mood with Mitch around. His long-time friend knew him too well.6

Settled at his table in the restaurant, Ryker wasn’t surprised to find that he was the first to arrive. He’d already sat in the bar for over half an hour, sipping at a Negroni. He ordered another from the attentive waiter and was just raising it to his lips when movement caught his eye. He lowered the glass slowly, barely aware of it.

From across the restaurant, Alejandro sauntered toward him. His black silk shirt was slashed in a deep V, displaying an expanse of smooth, tanned skin. His white cotton pants hung low on his hips and hugged his pelvis jealously.