Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
At the moment, Skye was putting on a puppet show with some stuffed animals, and Owen watched in wonder and laughed at Skye’s silly voices. Meanwhile, Dare turned to me and asked, “So, how are you liking San Francisco, Logan?”
“It’s growing on me. There’s still a lot I want to explore, like the Castro. I think it might be fun to check out some of its clubs.”
The only reason I threw that out there was because my conversation with JoJo was still in the back of my mind. I really didn’t expect both guys to instantly perk up, and Skye exclaimed, “Dare and I fell in love while working at a club in the Castro! Are you free tomorrow night? If so, we’ll show you around and introduce you to some people.”
That took me by surprise, and I stammered, “Oh. Um, you don’t have to do that.”
“We want to! We were just saying it’s been too long since we visited our friend Preston. He used to work with us, and then he ended up buying the club where we all met.” Skye’s blue eyes were lit up with excitement.
“Okay. Let me check with JoJo to see if she’s available to watch Owen.”
I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent her a text, and JoJo replied a few seconds later with: Hell yes, go out tomorrow night! We’ll move Owen’s porta-crib into our room, so you can stay out as late as you want. And before you start to worry, let me remind you that Yolanda is a pediatric nurse and I’m awesome, so the baby will be in excellent hands.
I sent back a thank you, and then I told my new friends, “It looks like we’re on for tomorrow night.”
Skye and Dare flashed me matching smiles, and Dare said, “It’ll be great. You’re going to love it!” I wasn’t sure if that was true, but I knew it’d definitely be an interesting experience.
Chapter 2
The place I was meeting Skye and Dare was called “Thrust,” which made me cringe. So did the fact that it was huge, loud, and crowded. I’d accompanied Hal to a handful of gay bars and clubs over the years, but his taste ran to quieter and more intimate places. This was just a lot, with its flashing colored lights, pulsating music, sexy go-go boys, and a packed dance floor teeming with hot guys.
I started to think about bailing out, but just then my new friends found me. Skye gave me a hug as he yelled over the music, “Hi, Logan! We’re glad you made it!”
“Sorry I’m late. I waited until Owen fell asleep before heading out. That took a while since he was fascinated by Yolanda and JoJo’s bedroom.”
“No worries, we’ve been dancing and lost track of time anyway. Come on, let’s go grab a drink,” Dare said, as he and his husband began to guide me through the crowd.
They knew a lot of people, from the bartender to the lavender-haired DJ and even some of the patrons. While Skye ordered us some cocktails, I asked Dare, “What did you guys do when you worked here?”
“We were both go-go boys,” he said with a grin. “I thought I hated Skye at first, but I was just going through some stuff and took it out on him. I was a former ballet dancer with a busted knee, and I resented being ‘reduced’ to this job. You know what, though? It was the best thing that ever happened to me—not just because I fell in love with Skye, but because it showed me I could still dance, even if my ballet career was over. It was a good ego check, too. I learned to respect the job and the people who do it.”
“I could never be a go-go boy,” I said. “I’d never have the courage to get up there and dance in front of everyone.”
Skye appeared with three glasses, and Dare took two of them. As he handed me a tall, bright blue cocktail, he smiled at me and said, “After three of these, you might feel differently.”
As it turned out, it only took two.
The blue drinks were deceptively deadly. I drank one right after the other because I was thirsty, and they tasted like fruit juice. A few minutes later, I found myself dancing with wild abandon. When I took a break and joined my friends, Dare told me, “You know, you’re a good dancer. You could get a job as a go-go boy if you wanted to.”
I snort-laughed at that and said, “I wish.”
Right beside us, Skye was chatting with Preston—the club’s owner—and Preston’s gorgeous boyfriend, a blond model named Sebastian. When Preston heard that, he turned to me and indicated an empty platform. “Give it a try if you want to. I’m down two dancers tonight.”