Free Harte Strings: The Billionaire Matchmaker, Part Two by Gina Robinson Page B

in a pair of chaps or is that just bullshit? I want to see the trophy.” Lazer nearly jumped from his chair.
    “No can do.” Dylan shook his head.
    Cam pointed at Dylan with his chin. “Show us your legs, Dylan, so we can judge for ourselves.”
    Dylan stood and took a stroll around the table, strutting like a cowboy with his thumbs in his pockets, to a chorus of boos.
    Cam cupped his hands around his mouth. “I’ve seen better-looking legs in my grandma’s nursing home.”
    “You have to imagine me in a pair of chaps,” Dylan yelled back at the guys. “Chaps show off my legs to perfection and hide my chunky thighs.”
    “Sit down,” Lazer said. “We’ve seen enough. I still want to see that trophy.”
    Pulled a man from a burning building —Jeremy? Really? Okay, I’d missed one. But the guys only got one point—Lazer’s, I assumed.
    Jumped from a moving helicopter into the ocean —Cam.
    Five for me. One for the men? Now something was definitely off. Austin was smiling to himself.
    Lazer glared at his team and gave them a pep talk. “Damn, guys. Everyone knows Cam was in the Navy. Think!”
    Jeremy snickered.
    Lazer pointed at him. “Keep this up and next time I’ll tell my staff to put two bugs in your salad, buddy. And hide them. No tossing them on top for you to find.”
    “You put a bug in my man’s salad?” Dylan came out of his chair.
    Jeremy shrugged. “More protein for me.”
    “Three dirty glasses for you next time, Dylan,” Lazer said with the imperiousness of a king. “Sit down. It was all part of this damn getting-to-know-you crap.” He shot me a quick glance.
    “I thought there was something off with the service,” Austin said. “It’s not like your caterers to screw up like that—”
    “Gentlemen!”
    All eyes turned to me.
    “I’ll explain about the bugs and dirty glasses later. For now, can we just get on with it?”
    Won a national science fair scholarship in high school —me.
    Five points for me. Hey, everyone should have gotten their own response right. Again, only one for the men. Lazer’s was the only correct vote.
    “I’m flattered you know me so well, Lazer.” I blew him a kiss.
    The other men snickered.
    “You guys aren’t even trying!” He pointed accusingly around the table at them. But his voice was full of good humor. “This is mutiny. My team has turned traitor on me. I won’t forget it. You guys may not know what’s good for you. But don’t worry, men. I’m going to win this one for you. With or without you.” He rubbed his hands together in confident anticipation.
    Lottie broke in. “This one’s fun! Looks good in a kilt?” Lottie wiggled her eyebrows lecherously and tried to get a peek at all the guys’ legs.
    Cosplay. Swordplay. That had to be Austin. I pictured him as a tall, redheaded highlander.
    But the guys looked around at each other, genuinely perplexed.
    “We all look good in skirts, don’t we, men?” Dylan punched the air and nodded.
    The group erupted in laughter.
    I wondered for a minute if they all did cosplay. And decided they must. There was some kind of inside joke going on, clearly.
    “Oh, aye!” Cam said. “But the clue specifically says ‘kilt,’ gents. Other skirts don’t qualify.”
    The group nodded, ribbed each other, and finally selected their answers.
    When Lottie read Austin’s name, they applauded.
    “Austin! Show us those legs!” Dylan said.
    “No. No!” Jeremy shook his head. “Does he have to? We all know he has butt-ugly legs. Look at those hairy beasts!” He shuddered.
    Which encouraged Austin. He stood up and did a catwalk move poolside while the guys laughed and cheered.
    “Now all we need is a swish of a skirt!” Cam made a little swishing motion with his hands. “And a wee breeze.”
    “A wee breeze?” Lazer shook his head. “Are you crazy, man? You know they go commando under those things?”
    “The sight of some wee balls would be good for a laugh.” Jeremy raised his arms in the