settled down?â
Had someone just switched on a gigantic interrogation light? Suddenly, the room felt incredibly hot and the tiny hairs on the back of Eamonâs neck stood at attention. âIâll get there eventually,â he said, hoping that would help kick the can down the road.
Quentin laughed. âJust not any time soon?â
Eamon shrugged. âMaybeâ¦maybe not. Iâve been a little busy with The Dollhouse. Hands-on type of work.â He tossed in a wink.
âYouâre starting to make me feel like you donât appreciate me and my little checkbook.â
Eamon smiled, but he didnât answer.
However, Q wasnât about to let the subject go. âAnyway. The clubs are doing well andâ¦â
The front door opened and a long procession of dancers entered the club, smiling and waving. âHello, Q, Eamon!â
âYou ladies ready to make some money tonight?â Quentin asked.
âYou know it!â Cotton Candy held up two deuces and bounced her hips.
Qâs smile sloped unevenly as he watched the women stroll toward the back room. He didnât miss a single bounce or jiggle. âYou know you need to just go ahead and admit the truth.â
Eamon frowned. Had he forgotten what they were talking about? âWhich is?â
âMen like us can never settle down,â Quentin said, matter-of-factly. âJust look at what weâre surrounded with every dayâbeautiful smiles, long necks, big breasts, small waists, nice hips, apple bottoms and long, firm legs. Iâm starting to think that itâs just not natural for a red-blooded man to be able to choose just one.â
âBut you did,â Eamon said before he could stop himself.
Qâs eyes glanced back over to him, his expression unreadable. âTemporary insanity.â
Eamonâs brows leaped up again.
âThatâs my story and Iâm sticking to it.â He drained the rest of his drink.
Eamon was more than willing to let the subject drop. Hell, it was already beginning to feel a little Twilight Zone âish. How was it that he was being counseled about settling down from a man who had no shame in shopping for sugar mommas when his father had cut him off? The man had probably submitted his own picture to the good folks at Websterâs Dictionary to be inserted next to the word manwhore.
âDonât worry about me. Iâll get married when the right woman comes along,â said Eamon.
âIn that case, just make sure you keep her as far away from your brothers as humanly possible.â
Eamon tried to capture his cousinâs gaze again, but Q was having none of it. Clearly, he hadnât meant to add that last part. The slip was a sure sign that he still hadnât forgiven his older brother. Maybe a little more time needed to pass. Before he could help himself, Eamon wondered if a woman could ever come between him and his brothers. His instincts were to doubt it, but he was old enough to know that life was strange and complicated. One should never say never because the truth was more like: anything was possible.
âHave you talked to Sterling lately?â
Quentinâs eyes softened even though his back stiffened. It was clear that he churned the question over quite a few times before smiling back at Eamon. âWe were talking about you. Not me.â
âThereâs not much to say about me,â Eamon volleyed. âIâm what people call a workaholic.â
Q rolled his eyes. âI know. I have quite a few of your kind on my immediate side of the family. My father and both brothers, remember?â
Eamon nodded.
âStill.â Quentin leaned over the bar. âWe have a lot in common.â
âYou donât say?â Eamon couldnât stop his lips from curling in amusement.
âTrust fund and work ethics aside, I see us as two peas in a pod.â
âUh-huh.â
âLook. Weâre two
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