Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Shy, reserved Seth. Not tonight. No, tonight he was in his element, wearing something that was era-appropriate to play off Jesse’s outfit. His shirtsleeves were rolled to expose his sexy forearms, the veins prominent as he pounded on the keys. He wore a pinstriped black vest and deep-peacock-green tie that matched the feather in his black fedora. He also sported a full face of makeup—red lips, ruby cheeks, and long lashes that framed his expressive blue eyes as he smirked and catered to the crowd. He was, in a word, gorgeous.
When I finally tore my gaze away from him and glanced toward the bar, my eyes locked with Dane’s, whose eyebrows rose in surprise. He must’ve taken pity on me because he motioned me over and pointed to an empty stool in the corner.
“You made it,” he said as I sank into the seat, relieved to see a familiar face—outside of the two performing, of course.
“I did,” I replied with a sheepish grin. “This place is cool.”
“Glad you like it.” He slid a drink menu toward me. “What can I get you?”
I looked down at the parchment-paper menu. The drinks had prohibition-era type names, and each contained a list of ingredients. Looking left and right, I observed how many patrons had these drinks in front of them. Apparently, they were popular; go figure.
“No fancy-ass drink for you?” Dane asked with a laugh, likely detecting how my eyes had glazed over as I tried to make rhyme or reason of them.
“Got any moonshine back there?” I asked weakly, hoping he’d get that I was more of a simple guy with modest tastes.
He cracked a smile. “How about our most popular craft beer?”
“Perfect,” I replied, relieved he got my meaning. “Thanks.”
As I took a few grateful sips of the wheat beer he’d placed in front of me, I turned my attention back to the music. Seth and Jesse were a good duo and pretty entertaining, if the stuffed tip jar on the piano was any sign. In fact, as I looked around the room, plenty of eyes were focused on their act, and Jesse really hammed it up by traveling to the tables and sitting on a couple of willing laps. Dane was probably used to it by now, but I noted how his eyes always traveled to the stage in between serving drinks.
When an older gentleman stood and tugged his partner to a small strip of space in front of the stage that doubled as a dance floor, it felt surreal watching as they leaned on each other and swayed. And maybe it was the whole prohibition vibe here, but suddenly I got why these places were needed dating back to who knew when. No way could those guys walk into a random corner bar and start dancing together without getting slurs flung in their direction.
My pulse pattered in my eardrums. Fuck, this felt huge. Why hadn’t I given this much thought before? I felt like shit that I’d been able to hide behind my supposed heterosexuality all this time.
Deep breaths. One step at a time. Damn, my brain was feeling all fucked up since the night I’d jacked off to Seth. It was like all my fantasies had transformed into a real live person, making all this weigh more. Not that Seth felt the same about me, and I didn’t know if I could handle it if he did. Okay, settle down. It’s only a little crush.
Again, overwhelming. Completely.
When Jesse announced a break, I held my breath as he walked off stage. But Seth continued playing through another song, maybe as a transition. I selfishly hoped he got a break soon so I could talk to him and tell him how amazingly talented he was.
I watched Dane place a glass of water with lemon at the other end of the bar, then waited as Jesse stepped up to gulp it down gratefully. He leaned over to give Dane a kiss, then whispered something, and Dane motioned over his shoulder in my direction.
Jesse looked across the bar and did a double take before clapping excitedly and marching over to me. He did pretty well in those heels.
“Hey, you! Glad you could make it.” He thumped my shoulder. “Seth will be thrilled.”
“Yeah?” For some reason that response made me feel hot under the collar. “I, uh, wanted to see him play and you perform. You guys are awesome!”
He grinned and batted his eyelashes. “Thank you.”
As I sipped my beer, my gaze naturally drifted back to Seth at the piano.
“So…you guys have become friends,” Jesse said, a calculating look in his eye.
“Yeah, you can say that. Well, through my mom. She works—”
“Oh, I know all about it.” He waved a hand toward the stage. “Seth doesn’t stop buzzing about how awesome you and Bonnie are. I’m glad he found new friends.”