Page 21 of Royal Fling
“That’s good. As long as he’s happy,” she said.
It seemed to be the right answer because Luke turned away and continued telling us about his family.
“Then my sister Melody runs a bed and breakfast. She’s also been through her own kind of crap, but she’s the best sister one could ask for. My brother Leo, you may know him, actually. He used to be in a band. One Shot. He’s now shooting a superhero movie.”
“That’s my friend,” Beth said with a cocky smile.
“You don’t mean Leo Karras, do you?” I asked.
Superheroes were a weakness of mine since I was a young boy. And when I’d heard that a Greek guy had been cast to play one of my favorites, Death Knight, I may have jumped for joy for no other reason other than national pride. Elysia might be a separate state from mainland Greece, but we all still felt part of Greece, even if we hadn’t been a legitimate part of the country for hundreds of years.
“That’s the one,” Luke said. “So you must know his story. Boyfriends with Dawson Eldred. Reunited again back at home.”
I nodded.
I had, in fact, followed the story closely. Dreamed of myself in his place. A Greek guy with a boyfriend. If only that could be me, but alas, Elysia couldn’t have a Crown Prince with a boyfriend. That wasn’t very proper.
“And my younger brother Charlie just moved back home this year. He and the new doctor in town got together. He’s getting married to him in a few months. It all happened so fast.”
“So… all your brothers are with men?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Fisayo gave me a knowing look, but it was Luke’s stare that made my insides flutter.
“Yes. They are. Which leaves my sister and me without one,” he said, so nonchalantly that it took me a couple of seconds to get what he just said. “You-you don’t have a problem with that, do you?” he asked me.
I shook my head, faster than needed. Luke smiled and turned to Fisayo.
“Do you?”
Fisayo took his hand on the table and squeezed it with a smile.
“Why would I ever have a problem?”
The rest of the dinner passed like a breeze with more stories, more laughter, more heated looks, and certainly more wine.
“I hope you have space for dessert,” Fisayo said and stood up.
Before I could tell her off, she put her hands up and shook her head.
“I can take care of this, you know. You’ve done plenty tonight,” she said.
Beth decided to help her clear the table despite my and Fisayo’s protest, which left Luke and I alone.
“Would you like a scotch?” I asked.
“You love that stuff, don’t you?” he said with a smirk.
I laughed and yielded with a nod.
“I’d love some. What do you have?” he asked and followed me to the bar.
He marveled at my collection, but if he had any comments about their price and rarity, he kept it to himself.
“I wanted to apologize,” he said when I was pouring the glasses.
“What for?”
“For the way I spoke to you at the airport,” he said.
