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It’d have made her day if Natasha Tovar had been airbrushed within an inch of her life in her photos, but the gorgeous brunette was every bit as tantalizing in person as on a glossy magazine page. She was tall and leggy with high cheekbones and big eyes. Every other step she took revealed one supple thigh through the slit in her short black dress.
“What about your guy?” Jay rumbled, his voice low. “Does he own a hairbrush or is that how the kids are wearing it these days?”
Jerking her attention to Denver, who she honestly hadn’t been watching, Gia retorted, “I admit, it’s nice to date someone younger after having been with an older man for so long.”
Jay smirked, his confidence unwavering. “Aged to perfection, sweetheart.”
Goose bumps cropped up on her forearms the way they did whenever her ex-husband was accidentally sexy. Which happened more than she’d dare admit. Thankfully their dates reached them before he noticed her reaction.
“Dude, do you know who this is?” Denver asked Gia, his thumb pointing at Natasha.
“Ms. Tovar, is it?” Gia extended a hand. “It’s lovely to meet you. I didn’t know you were dating our Jayson.”
“Coop and I met a few days ago and we hit it off. He’s not gay like his brother so it worked out.”
Gia pressed her lips together to smother a laugh and turned to Jayson. “Such high praise.”
“Looks like Denver has all of his teeth,” Jayson said under his breath. “Good for you.”
Gia leered at him but he still wore that infuriatingly handsome smirk. He swept Natasha away and Gia groused in their wake, wishing they didn’t look good together. They did. Dammit.
“She’s hot,” Denver put in as he placed his hand on her lower back.
“Not all of us are built like giraffes,” she said, noting that she was being catty but not really caring.
“No, baby, not you.” Denver bent his knees to come eye to eye with her, his hands gripping her biceps while he looked straight into her eyes. “You are gorgeous in another way. A different league. Beneath this package of curvaceous goodness, you deliver a totally gnarly experience.”
Judging by his smile that was a compliment. “Um. Thanks?”
“You’re welcome. Let’s find some grub.” She and Denver walked to the reception tent overlooking the vineyard. Where Addi and Bran’s wedding had been contained to the immediate backyard, Taylor and Royce’s was more sprawling. There were easily three times the number of guests here than at Bran and Addi’s. Maybe Gia would be lucky and she wouldn’t run into Jayson and Natasha again tonight.
Alas, when Denver and Gia approached the bar, Jayson was there, handing off a slim glass of clear bubbly liquid with a lime wedge in it to Natasha.
“What do you think, baby? Shots?” Denver asked Gia. Jayson turned and frowned. No, not a frown. There was an entire lightning storm forming behind his eyes.
Ignoring them both, she ordered for herself. “Dirty martini, up with three olives. Blue cheese stuffed if you have them.”
“Shot of rum and a bitter IPA. Something local if ya got it.” Denver seemed none the wiser to Jayson’s disapproving presence.
Well, her ex could just deal with it. She didn’t like his date any more than he liked hers.
The bartender made their drinks and Jayson, one hand wrapped around a glass of red wine, the other around Natasha’s waist, gestured to a table.
“Dirty martini,” Natasha laughed before she walked off with Jayson.
“What the hell was that supposed to mean?” Gia whispered to herself.
“It means she knows you got it going on, baby,” her date answered.
“Gia,” she snapped, shooting lasers from her eyes at Denver. “My name is Gia.”
“Jee-ahh.” His grin widened.
She sighed. She guessed that was better than “baby.”
