“Will you please tell her the fastest way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”
“Or on top of,” Art supplies helpfully, sliding a shot toward me and then another to Judah. They clink shot glasses.
Judah throws back their shot and says, “I like the way you think, Boss Man.”
“So, who is this asshole who broke your heart? Shall Judah and I grab our baseball bats and pay him a visit? I know people. We could easily make him disappear.”
I laugh and then hold my hands out in a warding gesture. “No, we don’t need baseball bats or ... people. And no one broke my heart.”
“Then why are we drinking my good tequila? I don’t understand the problem,” Arturo says, pouring another.
I exhale loudly. “The problem is he’s having a baby with another woman.”
“So? He can’t have a baby with someone else and make wild, passionate love with you?”
Judah and I both laugh.
Arturo shakes his head as he glances between us. “What? Is something funny?”
“No,” I say. “It’s just ... it’s cute how passionate you are. I don’t know another man who calls it ‘making love’.”
Arturo’s brows knit together. “Cute?”
“Amen, sister.” Judah clinks their shot glass against mine.
“That is because the two of you only date boys.”
I laugh awkwardly. “I’d hardly call Gabe a boy.”
“How old is this Gabe of yours?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Pfft. He is a boy. He does not know how to love you right, pequeña azul. Too stupid to see what he has right in front of him.”
I give a humorless laugh. “Well, I can’t argue with you there.”
“Perhaps you should show him what he is missing?”
“I ... I wouldn’t even know where to begin with that.”
“Date a man. Date a man who’ll show you how deserving you are.” Arturo leans his elbows on the bar and pours us all another shot, but when his dark eyes meet mine, there’s a clear challenge in them. “Date a man who can offer you his heart ... and his empire.”
I swallow hard, another awkward laugh bubbles up my throat. “Oh sure, because they just grow on trees in LA.”
“I can think of at least one who’d be interested,” Judah says and tosses back their shot. “And speaking of getting laid, I’m out.”
“Hey! What happened to drinking all night and forgetting all about boys?”
“What can I say? Arturo inspired me.” They lean in and whisper, “Oh, and in case you’re too freaking clueless to figure it out, he’s the guy who’d give you everything.”
I frown and shake my head. “What? No.”
“Yes.” Judah levels me with a sharp look.
Arturo narrows his eyes. “What are the two of you whispering about?”
“Nothing,” we both say instantly.