Dan Sharp Mysteries 6-Book Bundle. Jeffrey Round

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СКАЧАТЬ to mingle with the lions and tigers. Wish me luck.”

      Bill nodded curtly at Trevor as he left. “Am I interrupting something?”

      “Not at all. Finished your best man duties already?” Dan asked.

      Bill shook his head impatiently. “Apparently I wasn’t needed.”

      “Oh?”

      “I gather I was keeping Thom from getting in one last fuck before the wedding.” He took a gulp of his drink and looked around the gathering. “Quite the dog and pony show, isn’t it?”

      “Who are all the suits?” Dan asked, glancing across the room.

      “Business associates. Thom’s mother made them come.” Bill smiled grimly, his voice louder than necessary. “Interesting woman, Lucille Killingworth. It seems money can buy quite a bit of loyalty in her world. It can even make your colleagues attend the wedding of your gay son and his Latin Lothario.”

      “You’re getting drunk,” Dan said, trying to keep out a note of disapproval.

      Bill looked at the glass in his hand. “Not drunk enough,” he said, tipping the glass back to empty it. He reached out and grabbed Dan’s crotch. “I want you to fuck me silly tonight.”

      A few feet over, an older couple turned their heads then quickly looked away.

      Bill tinkled the ice in his glass, oblivious to the attention he was getting. “I can’t believe he’s marrying that mail-order gigolo.” His voice carried across the room.

      A strained look passed over Dan’s face. “Do you need to be so loud?”

      “Why? Getting touchy?”

      Dan shook his head. “Just sensitive.”

      “Right. I forgot you were bought and paid for once.”

      Dan’s shoulders sagged. “That’s really uncalled for….”

      “Don’t mind me,” Bill mumbled. He looked toward the bar. “I need a refill.” He glanced at Dan, contrition covering his face. “I’m sorry. You have no idea how difficult this is for me.”

      Folding chairs had been set up around the upper deck. A tarp stood nearby in case of rain. The guests filled the rows until the entire deck was occupied. At the last moment, Bill took his place beside Thom while Daniella stood next to Sebastiano. As promised, she’d donned a tux and gelled her hair back in sophisticated lesbian attire, though Dan doubted she was one. With the change of wardrobe, her mood had reverted to her casual laughing self. To Dan, she was nearly as handsome as her nervous, elegant brother.

      The minister, a stout, dark-haired woman in a cleric’s outfit with a bosom like a shelf, exuded a stern no-nonsense-on-the-job demeanour, though Dan suspected she was probably a lark in her off-hours. Her carefully inflected reading of the ceremony carried an air of respectfulness that many traditional weddings lacked. Her jokes, though few, were appropriate and her solemnity solemn enough without being too serious. If he and Bill were ever to marry, Dan thought, he’d look her up.

      The couple exchanged vows, looking elated as they leaned together to seal them with a kiss. Their blue eyes seemed the connecting thread between the light-haired Thom and the dark-haired Sebastiano. Bill, whatever his hidden sorrows, more than looked the part of supportive best man to his best friend.

      They stayed on the upper deck for pictures as the boat headed through the Adolphustown Reach and on toward Lake Ontario. Other vessels passed, exchanging greetings and horn tootings as they recognized the nature of the ceremony, though a face or two looked perplexed at not being able to locate the blushing bride in her fancy meringue outfit alongside all the handsome men in black and white.

      After the reception line, the guests filed below deck to a dining room. Dan found himself seated with three straight couples who all seemed to know one another. Once past the introductions, they ignored him in favour of exchanging gossip about people he’d never heard of. They endured the various speeches made by and to both grooms. Dan carefully measured his intake of wine. Bill was drinking enough for the two of them. Thom and Sebastiano mingled with the guests. At one point, Thom plunked himself down beside Dan with a satisfied smile. “All good?”

      “Very nice. Congratulations — it was a terrific ceremony.”

      Bill drifted over and sat, placing his hand on Dan’s knee. Had he thought Thom was making a move on Dan? Was that what Bill’s difficulty had been earlier? Surely he knew Dan better.

      Thom playfully squeezed his best man’s shoulder. “Thank you for loaning me Billy for the day,” he said to Dan.

      “My pleasure.”

      “Not a bad turnout,” Thom continued, looking over the assembled guests.

      “Where is Sebastiano’s family?” Dan asked.

      Thom pointed out a small dark-haired woman seated near to the bar. “There. That’s his Aunt Naida. His mother’s sister.”

      “That’s it?”

      Thom shrugged. “That and Daniella. The other side hasn’t really accepted it yet.”

      Bill rolled his eyes. “You’ve got the bull and you own the barn. Who cares if you’ve got the pedigree or not?” He stood for a refill, pausing to look over the room. “They sound like a dreary lot anyway. They should be grateful you’re rescuing their son from his squalid life.”

      Across the room, a woman in a yellow dress with a light green scarf threw Thom a smile. Had Catherine Deneuve’s younger sister been kidnapped as a child, this woman would have made a good candidate for the title of foundling. Her laughter carried to them from the group she was addressing.

      Thom followed Dan’s gaze. “My mother,” he said.

      Where some women faded with age, others grew into it with vigour and self-assurance. Not as the result of chemicals and operations, but through inner discipline and will. Lucille Killingworth was one of these.

      “She’s beautiful,” Dan said.

      “And deadly.” Thom smirked. “Don’t be fooled. Her approval is necessary, so I try hard to stay on her good side.”

      “And keeping your brother in check is part of that?”

      Thom gave Dan an appraising stare. “Bill never told me you were so perceptive,” he said.

      “I don’t think he’s noticed yet. But I do my best to please.”

      Thom’s eyes narrowed. “I like a guy who likes to please.”

      “I take it Sebastiano’s a pleaser.”

      “In every way. And I’m always happy to reward the men who please me.” He glanced sideways, chipping the ball back at Dan. “I don’t suppose it would be wise of me to make a pass at you?”

      Dan couldn’t help smiling at the smoothness with which Thom had done just that. “No.”

      “I didn’t think so. You’re not the type, are СКАЧАТЬ