Robbie looked Priest up and down and let out a little laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to relocate my brain. It went missing when you walked out. You look…ahh…super sexy.”
Priest chuckled. “Why thank you, Mr. Bianchi. That’s high praise from someone such as yourself.”
“Umm, pretty sure I should be thanking you. I get to stare at you all night.”
“Yes, you do,” Priest said. “And I get to stare at you and think about bringing you home and peeling that suit off you.”
Robbie bit down on his lip. Priest reached out and tugged it free before he leaned down and kissed Robbie. “The only people biting this lip tonight are going to be me and Julien when we get you home.”
“Shit. You can’t say things like that to me before we’re about to go out. It’s not fair.”
“I would apologize, but I’m not sorry,” Priest said, and Robbie shook his head. “So, back to what I was saying…”
“Oh, yes, of course. What did you need?”
Priest held his closed hand out, and when Robbie raised his palm, Priest dropped two silver cufflinks into it. Robbie had a feeling Priest could put these on just fine without assistance, but the fact he’d asked Robbie made his entire body warm as he slipped the metal through the hole and fastened it in place. Then he raised his eyes to see Priest’s fixed on him.
“You look truly stunning tonight, sweetheart.” As Robbie switched to the other arm, Priest brushed the backs of his fingers along Robbie’s cheek. “Julien and I were just saying how much we love this beautiful face of yours. You have such elegant bone structure. It’s captivating. Fine, dainty…lovely.”
Heat bloomed on Robbie’s cheeks. “I get it from my ma.”
“Then she must be very beautiful.”
“She is,” Robbie said, and nodded as he got the other cufflink in place.
“We’re looking forward to meeting her tonight.”
Robbie sucked in a breath at the thought.
“You’re worried about that. Us meeting?”
“Uh…no?” Robbie said. Priest raised an eyebrow, and Robbie let out a sigh. “Okay. Maybe a little.”
Priest tugged at each sleeve so they were in place. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Julien and I aren’t shrinking violets. We can handle a little speculation, even a lot of it. I bet we can even handle some gossipy Italians.”
Robbie let out a small burst of laughter. “You’re right. I’m probably worrying about nothing.”
“You are worrying about nothing,” Priest said, and then he did something so rare that Robbie found himself mesmerized—Priest smiled. A full-on, heartbreaking smile. “We aren’t going to drag you off to some corner of the restaurant and accost you.”
Robbie’s mouth fell open, and he felt his nerves from a second ago ease. “But what if I want you to?”
“Then maybe you should drag us off.”
Just as Priest finished talking, Julien stepped into view behind his husband, and Robbie’s eyes widened. Priest moved to stand beside Robbie, and Julien stopped in front of them. “Well?”
Robbie knew Julien was waiting for the two of them to speak, but just like he had been speechless with Priest, the two of them were left mute staring at the star of the night.
The day they’d all gone suit shopping together, they’d each picked out their outfit for the opening. But the suit Julien was wearing sure as hell was not the one he’d bought that day. No way, because Robbie would’ve remembered something like… “What color is that?”
Julien smoothed his hands over the lapels of his jacket and looked down at the tailored pants and black shoes. “It’s an English lavender suit. Do you like it?”
Did he like it? Robbie was torn between wanting to rip it off Julien because he looked so hot in it, and wanting to try it on himself. The man and the suit were spectacular, and that color with Julien’s eyes was just this side of sinful. It was kind of a grey-blue-purple mix, and Julien had paired it with a casual white shirt that he’d left unbuttoned three holes down. He looked incredibly handsome but also very Julien, as in relaxed and sexy in a completely effortless way.
“I love it. And you look…” When words escaped Robbie, Priest added, “Magnificent.”
“That is not the suit you tried on the day we all went shopping,” Robbie said. “I would’ve remembered.”
“Non,” Julien said. “It’s something I’ve had for a little while, actually.”
“He wears it every year for Valentine’s Day,” Priest said. “It’s his lucky suit.”
Julien aimed a provocative smile their way and shrugged. “Well, if you mean I always get lucky when I wear it, then…oui, it is most certainly my lucky suit.”
Robbie laughed.
“It’s not my fault I can’t resist you,” Priest said. “You look devastating in it.”
“I agree,” Robbie said, walking around Julien to take a good look at his backside. “How am I supposed to keep my eyes off you tonight?”