Page 61 of Liar & Champion
“Literally, he’s not a woman. Why do you think I was running away from him? I passed out last night before I could discover the shocking truth, but this morning, all was revealed.” He raised a brow. “And I was going to pay for his breakfast, because his drag was really impressive, but then he pulled your hair, and that’s just uncouth.”
“So uncouth,” I agreed, smiling. It was good to see Trevor, even if he was Beastie’s most flaky drug addict friend. “What are you doing in Vegas?”
He pointed a finger at me with a serious expression. “First, you answer my question. What are you doing in Las Vegas.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m lounging. I already told you.”
“Right, but why Las Vegas, on the roof of the Providence, and wearing men’s exercise shorts instead of a more revealing bikini bottom. Hm? If you’re with someone who isn’t buying you appropriately inappropriate swimwear, I offer to take his place.”
“That’s very generous of you, but I actually always buy my own inappropriate swimwear.”
“But are you with a man?” he asked, more persistent than I remembered him being, probably because he was sober.
I nodded and squinted at his tiny shorts. “I’m pretty sure I am, but after my earlier mistake, I’m not certain. Well, Trevor, are you a man?”
He made a face at me and then lay down on my lounge chair, squishing me until I moved over. “You’re avoiding answering. It makes you incredibly suspicious. Did Beastie finally manage to set you up with a worthless rich boy or are you lonely and vulnerable?” He smoldered at me, which made me giggle.
“You’re even sillier sober than you are drunk. I didn’t think it was possible.”
He took my hand, his finger outlining my wedding band. “Is this for real?”
I sighed heavily. “Fine. I’ll tell you all about him, but don’t laugh or make fun of me. Or him. Promise?”
“I solemnly swear,” he said, then took a drink of my salt water and made a face. “Why doesn’t this have alcohol?”
“Because I don’t drink alcohol. You should remember that much.”
“Ah, the virgin virgin. Now I remember. Tell me, tell me. I’ll be ever so polite, I promise.”
I gave him a skeptical look, but then I beamed at him because I kind of wanted to talk about Nix to someone. “Well, he’s a workaholic with three jobs, and they’re all seasonal.”
“A workaholic? That sounds like it could be money. That’s promising.”
“I’m not all about the money, Trevor. My mom was disowned from her filthy rich family when she married my dad. It’s not something I’m looking for.”
“So, he’s not rich? Then why are you at the Providence? Does he work here?”
“He’s not poor, he’s just not a billionaire playboy, okay?”
He nodded with pursed lips. “Oh, he’s an honorable man. Okay. What are these three jobs?”
“Well, he does home health care, you know, like a nurse, but only when it’s not the season for shows. He does support for a lot of things, like the fight tonight, him and his team will be working backstage for it.”
“Fight tonight? At the MGM?” he frowned at me looking downright sober. “And the third job?”
“He teaches self-defense classes.”
“Huh. And you met, how?”
I wrinkled my nose at him. “How did this get to be an interrogation? Why are you in Vegas? Where’s Rog? Why are you sober? Why are you suddenly so interested in my companions?”
“Your Beastie is fighting tonight. Seven PM at the MGM.”
I stared at him and shook my head. “No, he isn’t. He’s getting a degree in medical law. He’s not wasting his time, and if he was in Las Vegas, he’d come and see me.” He’d better, or I’d really kill him.
He propped his chin on his elbow as he studied me. “What’s the husband’s name?”
“Why?”
