The
band was taking a break and the singer came to sit with us at our
table. He turned a chair around, straddling it.
"Hiya,
Hal," he did some complicated handshake with him. "Who's
the new lady?"
"My
date for this evening, Reva Kelly."
"But
you're not like engaged or anything?"
"No,"
Hal answered cautiously.
"Hi,
Reva," the young man turned on the charm. "I'm Cullen
Fellowes, front man for Sardonic."
He held out his hand to me.
I
took his hand somewhat timidly, unsure what to expect. If he was
anything like his brother, he was a pro at doing something
unanticipated. He held my hand like it was breakable, kissing my
fingers gallantly. Inhaling deeply, he reluctantly gave me back my
hand.
"God,
Hal, she smells fantastic! Don't you just want to lick her all over?"
Hal
dropped his head to the table. "I knew I shouldn't have brought
you here for our first date," he groaned. "I'm sorry, Reva.
Cullen has no manners."
"I
do too," Cullen puffed out his chest proudly. "I have lots
of manners, most of them bad. But you do smell really good. What's
that cologne?"
I
told him the name of my cologne and he practically drooled.
"I'm
going to buy that for my girlfriend. That's great!"
"You
don't have a
girlfriend, Cullen," Hal teased. "You have groupies."
"Well,
I'll buy a girlfriend and then buy her some of that cologne. Don't
split hairs, Hal. I'm falling in love with your
girlfriend. Can I steal her from you?"
"I'd
appreciate it if you wouldn't, Cullen. I really like her and I don't
want to sacrifice her to the Roman God of Music."
"She's
not your type, baby bro," Morgan interjected smoothly. "She
has brains as well as a vagina."
"Subtle,
dear," Tanya patted Morgan on the hand.
"Go
sing," Hal ordered. "Just go sing."
"You
have a great voice," I deftly leaped back into the conversation
before he got away.
"You
want my autograph? Or maybe you'd like to have my baby?"
"I
only want to know if you sing for weddings."
He
thought a moment, considering carefully. "Not usually, but for
you I might."
Cullen
dashed back to the stage as the band began to play. Sliding to the
microphone, he grabbed it smoothly, not missing a beat.
"That
kid," Morgan shook his head sadly. "I despair, truly I do."
"I
think he's great," I assured him. "A little intense, but
refreshing."
"Sort
of like a monsoon," Hal added with a crooked grin. "Cullen
is an acquired taste."
"I
don't care how he acts as long as he sings like that," I said to
Tanya. "And could he be any more adorable?"
Morgan
and Hal drew themselves up, looking somewhat offended.
"We're
pretty damn adorable too," Hal said in a hurt tone.
I
looked at him carefully. He really was gorgeous. I had to admit that
he was one of the most handsome men I had ever met. Morgan was
handsome, too, and equally as charming. Tanya was a very lucky woman.
"Not
adorable," Tanya said. "Adorable is for teddy bears and
kids under twenty-five. You two are handsome, intelligent and ever so
sexy."
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