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For a second, I forget my troubles and consider getting Ford and Ash to talk. They both seem miserable.
No matter who they fuck.
“I’m insulted,” I say, not wanting to be on the sidelines anymore.
Just when I got curious enough to ask questions, because they’d never seemed happier, walking around with massive erections for each other all the time, it was over!
“Too bad,” Ford mutters.
Ash ended their relationship to date someone else. A guy at the DA’s office.
But yeah, yeah, there are three sides to every story. I exhale and catch Ash watching us with steady scrutiny.
They both still sleep with women, and I don’t think Ford’s been with another man since.
Ash and the guy, whose name I can’t remember, ended things after a few months.
But the damage was done. Ford was livid and hadn’t spoken to Ash since.
Until tonight.
Something big is about to go down. They’d barely been civil to one another. Ford, mostly.
He’s a ruthless defense attorney who has to look jurors in the eye and tell them the criminal sitting at the table with him deserves to go free. He’s also ex-military and not the kind of man to crack under pressure.
Ford gets the bartender’s attention, a buxom blonde I know men here have fucked.
“Bring a new bottle of Goose and two fresh glasses of ice to my table over there.” He points to a mahogany carved coffee table with three leather tufted wing chairs around it.
All he saw in our glasses was clear alcohol, but Ford knows what Ash likes.
“Yes, sir.” The bartender sends a feminine purr his way.
Ford is six-six, but lean with the angular face of a God. I’m not into guys, but if I were...
Seeing Ford and Ash together after all this time, the angst, and the feral look in their eyes, I think Lincoln Dare, the club’s owner, should do a male auction. Could be a lot more profitable than he ever imagined.
“I can’t stop your voice from getting into my ears.” Ash struts past Ford toward the seating he reserved.
Ford stares at Ash walking away and mutters, “Damn, stubborn male.”
I figure I have an opening, so I say, “I’m glad you broke the ice to talk to him and figure out—”
“Why don’t you mind your fucking business,” Ford snaps but quickly recoils when anger clouds my vision. “Sorry. Really. I’m sorry.”
“Ash is my friend. And I know how he feels.” I grab my drink. “I’m sitting my ass down at that table. Throw me out if you don’t want me to hear what you’re going to say to him.”
Ford’s eyes briefly slip closed before he follows me.
At the table, Ford stays standing while I take a seat. I give Ash a nod, that I have his back.
If it gets ugly, I’ll intervene. I like both of these guys, even though Ford’s being a prick at the moment.
“What do you want, counselor?” Ash snaps at his ex. “Other than to get me drunk on an entire bottle of Grey Goose?”
Ford moves his eyes to me. “How’s Jess, Emerson?”
For a second, I wonder if he’s trying to make Ash jealous. I chuckle on the inside because Ash knows me in and out.
