Chapter 33

“You are one sneaky bastard. Was that your big brother Luigi sidling up to Sam?” Keith’s gaze followed Luigi.

“Might be. But as far as I know Luigi’s always been straight.” Enzo turned to watch his brother with Sam, his forehead wrinkling.

“Sam is an attractive guy, definitely not a twink,” Keith said. “You may think your brother is straight, but I’m not so sure about that.”

Enzo glanced over again. Luigi had definitely moved into Sam’s personal space. Their heads were so close together that Enzo swore you couldn’t get a sheet of paper between them. “You may be right. I think I need to have a talk with my big bro.”

The band took a break and Reggie walked up to Enzo. “I hear you are the new occupant of my stool. I sure hope it doesn’t take you as long as it took me to get my man.”

“How long was that?” Enzo asked.

Keith answered for Reggie. “Two years from six until ten every night, save Monday, Reggie occupied that barstool. That’s why the bartenders call it the boyfriendstool.”