I tried to get Tad his own room, but he prefers to crash with me. He had been cut off by his father when he turned twenty-five in an attempt to teach him the value of a dollar, and it seems to have worked.
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Grayson says with a laugh. “He struck out last night because he stayed at the club dancing with Fiona. Nothing had better have happened with her.” He gives me a mock glare.
“Who is Fiona, and what’s wrong with her if nothing happened?” Rafe demands.
“There isnothingwrong with her,” I retort angrily.
Luckily, no one notices my over-reaction. “She’s Bexley’s best friend,” Grayson explains. “And she’s amazing. But Bex says she’s had a lot of bad luck with guys, so she needs a good one. Not you.” Grayson points at Winston, who clutches his chest. “Maybe you.” He nods at Tad, who looks inordinately pleased to be singled out. “You’d be good. Not you.” He follows it up with another frown at me.
“What’s wrong with me?” I ask in all seriousness, but Grayson only laughs.
“He seems like he’d be Fiona’s type,” David agrees. I whip around to face him only to find he’s looking at Tad. “Boen?”
‘I don’t think she’d be interested in ball players,” Boen says ruefully. “No offense to those who play. She’s never had much interest in sports.”
“She’s a big reader,” David adds. “Loves everything romantic.”
“You can like romance and sports,” I argue.
David turns to Boen. “Not when she sees every guy as a potential leading man, and she doesn’t do sports romances. She likes the smart, funny, and kinda quiet type of guy.”
“I’m funny,” I mutter under my breath. It’s as if their words are a kick to the crotch. Boen and David have known Fiona her whole life, so they would know her type. What would interest her.
They are wrong. So very wrong. Not interested in sports romances, my a—
“Well, now I’m intrigued.” Winston leans back in his chair. “Why isn’t she with us tonight? And the rest of the ladies. I like ladies.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“But the ladies never like you,” Rafe guffaws.
“They have their own plans,” I say, somewhat morosely.
Grayson turns to me. “What did you plan for them?”
“Ididn’t. The producers called me and asked for my suggestions. I might have given them a few ideas.” Maybe one. Which I’m regretting now. I should have said we’d all have a better time if we stuck together like last night.
Emmett leans forward to look around Grayson at me. “You really seem to know everything about this place. I wouldn’t have thought this was your type of town.”
“I think it’s the perfect place for him,” Winston argues. “Quick and dirty and never sleeps. Just like you like it, eh, Ace?”
I don’t know how to respond to that. Yes, I have a reputation for being the fun-loving guy who’s not in the market for a commitment. I’ve had my fair share of female entanglements. But is that all I am?
“Change is always good.” When I glance up, David is studying me. “It’s fun to play, but Biba’s shown me it’s not too bad to grow up,” he says. “Relationships aren’t the worst thing in the world.”
How can I agree with that, in front of these guys who only see me one way? Because twenty-four hours ago, the last thing I wanted was anything longer than a night. Now look at me—married.
“It depends on who you’re with,” I finally manage.
“It seems that you haven’t had the best luck,” Boen says. I don’t think I’ve said three words to Boen since we’ve been here, and now he’s defending me?
It feels nice. “Not really, no,” I agree.
“Do you think it’s because you’re drawn to a specific type of woman or do they seek you out?”
David groans. “Now you’ve done it. Boen’s found another problem he wants to solve.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ve figured things out on my own.” I can’t help the smile as I think about the type of woman Fiona is.
“What variables are you changing?”