If only things could have worked out between them - but they hadn’t. Jamie had always known exactly how to get a smile out of him. “No peevishness, right up there with ‘No puking in the geraniums’ and ‘No DUIs.’ What’s going on?” He passed one of the drinks to Anthony and took a big gulp of his.Īnthony chuckled. “No one’s allowed to be cranky on my birthday. Anthony couldn’t quite identify what the liquor inside was, but the alcohol content was probably higher than Anthony’s age. “How you holding up, buddy?” Jamie carried two glasses of something pink. It looked like it had been designed for him, and for all Anthony knew, it had been. His fitted cream pinstripe suit would have looked idiotic on anyone else, but on Jamie it looked perfect. As in, the only reason Jamie wasn’t walking the catwalks in Milan and New York was because he didn’t want to leave Culvertown. Now there was a guy who always stood out, and only for good reasons. Jamie caught his eye and struggled out from the middle of a knot of people. His friend’s birthday was one thing he could cheerfully celebrate until the cows came home, and he didn’t care if he looked shabby doing it. He wasn’t here to be anyone’s fashion plate, he was here for Jamie. He could be featured on the cover of GQ and still look like a hobo next to the Roscoes. Anthony liked to dress up, and he knew how to shop for looks that were well above his income bracket without breaking the bank. He might as well have gone home and gotten his sneakers. Anthony wasn’t the type to name drop,but having a Roscoe for a best friend opened a lot of doors in Culvertown. Anderson hadn’t dared to object any more.
When Jamie showed up to personally bring Anthony to the party, Mr.
He’d wanted Anthony to stay even later, and he’d made noises about not needing to keep guys around who weren’t “team players”. It did not pay to be visibly less than.īesides, Anthony’s boss had forced him to stay late when Courtney hadn’t shown up for her shift. Some people might not think anyone could see his clothes well at all, given the level of smoke and the low lighting in the games room, but Anthony knew better. The game room at the Hotel Marianna was not the kind of place where a guy wanted to be found lacking in any way, especially when it came to his wardrobe. He should have gone home and changed his shoes before coming out tonight, but these were the nicest looking ones he had. That was bad, right? He ought to at least be able to feel if his toes were moving or not. You will also get emails about new Mpreg releases, previews and other private content <3Īnthony tried to wiggle his toes, but between the pain and the tightness of the shoes, he had no idea if he was having any success. Want exclusive bonus chapters and deleted scenes?
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