“I’m sure you didn’t. Can’t blame me for trying to change the subject.”

“Guess I can’t.”

“So just how much money are we talking about, Rock?”

“Friend,” I said, “write your own damned tick— Oh, fuck.” I set my drink on the bar and walked swiftly back over to Roy.

My brother was red-faced and stiff as a board as a well-endowed stripper nearly suffocated him with her silicone wonders. He squirmed in his seat.

He pleaded at me with his eyes.

I couldn’t help a chuckle. Poor Roy couldn’t relax and enjoy himself. I tapped the lady on her bare shoulder. “Sweetheart, I think you need to try someone else.”

“But he’s so hot,” she whined. “I never get to lap dance a hot guy like this. Only the slobbering fat ones.”

“Did he ask you for a lap dance?”

“No, but he was staring at me.”

I pulled a few bills out of my wallet and handed them to her. “He’s not up for anything tonight. Go on to the next one.”

She sauntered off with a smile. She’d gotten what she wanted. Money.

“Roy, you look like a deer caught in the headlights. Not your type, huh?”

“Her boobs were too big.” He laughed. “Well, not too big. Just too fake.”

“Yeah, I’m not much for the fake ones either. Could have been an easy lay for you, though.”

“A lay? They actually let you fuck these girls?”

“For the right amount of money, you can get just about anything here. You want me to get her back?”

“God, no. Though if I’d known a fuck was in the running, I might have been a little more open to it. The idea of a lap dance kind of disgusts me. I don’t want to explode in my jeans like some teenager.”

“I hear that one. They don’t do much for me either.”

“Did you talk to your friend?”

“Shit.” I’d forgotten about Hoss. He’d sounded like he was ready to play ball. “You okay here?”

“I don’t mind watching. They just need to leave me alone.”

“That might be difficult. You’re the best looking guy in here. The male Riley Wolfe.”

“If I had a nickel for every time I’ve been compared to my model sister. Being pretty is part of the problem. Women want someone rugged like you and Reid.”

“Wait a minute. Is that why you think women don’t go for you?”

“What else could it be?”

“Uh…women don’t usually have a problem with great looking guys, Roy. The issue is your introversion. You have “hands off” tattooed across your forehead. Anyone can see it.”

“That’s not true.”

“That is true. Look around. Pick any woman in here. Loosen up a little and let her know you’re interested. I guarantee you’ll get lucky.”

“The only women in here are strippers, Rock.”