Chapter 83

“No, but he got a great deal on the room because the boys are such good customers.”

“He realized we didn’t need any kind of deal, didn’t he?”

“Everyone can use a deal!” Paul’s shock was obvious. “Saving money is always important.”

Yeah, considering how tight things must have been when the boys had first been booted out by their families, I guessed that made sense. But I still said, “Quinn and I will pay for it.”

“Fine,” Paul huffed. “You can hash it out with Theo. Now, hurry up and get ready, would you please?” he urged for a third time. “You’re keeping your guests waiting.”

I shifted the garment bags over my arm. “Come on, Quinn.” I paused at the bottom of the stairs. “We’ll be about fifteen minutes. There are beers in the fridge. Why don’t you get one? Not you, Spike—you’re underage. But you can have a Coke.”

He thrust his lower lip out, as if to demonstrate how much of a kid he still was, but then he snickered. “Okay.”