Chapter 33

The blond and the brunet had returned and taken up their place on either side of Charlemagne. The blond leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“You were at the Halloween Ball?”

“Yes. We had to leave before the unmasking—”

“You’re the Lone Ranger!”

“That was me.”

“Sweetcheeks monopolized you at the last Ball.” He ignored my growl and Wills’s frown at the use of my professional name. “I trust you’ll save a dance for me?”

“Sure. On the condition you stop calling Theo ‘Sweetcheeks.’”

“Why? Does it bother you?”

“Let’s just say I don’t like it.”

“Oh, very well, if you’re going to be tiresome.” I was surprised that Charlemagne backed down. He had a sharp tongue and liked nothing better than to cross swords with the unsuspecting. “Theo, take him away. I have better things to do than trade barbs with your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, come on, Theo, take me away. They’re playing our song.” There was deviltry in Wills’s eyes.