“I forgot how chivalrous you can be when you’re in someone’s panties, Bennett,” Desiree said before sizing up Ruby as if she were for sale. “On second thought, she is a little whorish. Your tastes have certainly plummeted.”

“From where I’m standing, I think they’re leaps and bounds above where I started,” Bennett said, letting go of Desiree’s arm. “But then again, in those days, we didn’t have weekly trash pickup. If we had, you’d have been hauled away with the rest of the rubbish before I’d ever laid eyes on you.”

Desiree pursed her lips, casting a dirty look at Ruby before she swished around and ambled back into the crowd.

Ruby watched her walk away and then looked at Bennett. “Should I even ask?”

“Now’s not the time,” Bennett said, promptly scanning those standing around them. “And just so you know, there’s another like her in the house someplace, so expect the scene to be repeated.”

“Then I’m going to need some more of this.” Ruby finished her champagne in one swallow, and no sooner had she looked around for a server when one approached holding a tray of refills.

“Would you like some more champagne?” the girl said.

“Um…yes, please,” Ruby said, trading her empty glass for one filled with bubbly. “Just tell me they’re not letting you sample this, too.”

Fallon looked at Bennett. “Sample?”

“Kenna,” Bennett said, smiling.

“Oh…duh,” Fallon said, rolling her eyes.

“I’m sure it’s not the first time tonight.”

“I’ve just been trying to follow the rules, but now that you say that, it explains all the double-takes I’ve been getting,” Fallon said, adjusting the tray in her hands. “And speaking about rules, I’m not supposed to be talking to you. I’m here to work, not to chat. Enjoy your evening, ladies.”

Bennett noticed Ruby had yet to close her mouth. “They’re twins,” she said before sipping her champagne.

“Yeah, I figured that part out, but my God, how can you tell them apart?”

“Well, tonight it was because Kenna was wearing eyeliner, and Fallon isn’t into makeup. Usually, the clothes give them away. Kenna is frilly and flouncy, and Fallon is laid-back and—”

“Gay.”

“What?”

“She had a pride pin on her shirt.”

“Oh, I didn’t notice. But yes, she came out not too long ago.”

“And her parents are okay with it?”

“Absolutely.”

“That’s awesome.” Ruby took a sip of her drink and noticed Bennett was frowning. “Problem?”

“I just remembered that Fallon gave me a similar pin. I can’t recall where I put it, though, and it’s not like me to be careless with gifts.”

“I’m sure it’ll turn up. It’s probably in the laundry or—”

“Desiree told me you brought along some fresh chattel. Where’d you find this one, Bennett? Giving pedicures or cleaning toilets?”