Chapter 92

• He smiles and bends to run his lips gently over mine. “Me too,” he whispers. We walk through large double doors out into a massive kitchen and lounge area. Adrian is sitting on a barstool at the kitchen bench in a pair of board shorts. Cameron is lying on the lounge in a pair of boxer shorts and Ben looks as though he has been for a swim and has a towel wrapped around his waist. Jeez, these guys are buff. This could easily pass as a scene from Magic Mike. Josh grabs me by the hand as we enter.
• “Hi.” He smiles at his friends.
• “Oh yeah. Mike Tyson is back,” Cameron laughs in a husky I’ve–had–too–many – tequilas voice. He’s talking really loud, obviously still a little deaf from the loud music last night.