The Man You Need (Love on Tour #4) by Kay Harris Read Free Book Online Page B

completely fucked up and treat women like used tissue?”
    “I guess, yeah.”
    “That’s fucked up, Stacey.”
    “Whatever. Do your grandparents still have the bakery?”
    “Yes, but my grandpa has a manager now. He’s going to sell it to the guy and retire soon. I’m hoping to talk them into moving out to California when they do.”
    “That’s pretty friggin’ cute,” I teased. “Do you think they’ll come?”
    “I’m working on it. Food is a big deal in my family. My grandpa is Black, but he’s been in Detroit too long and is obsessed with Polish food. He’s afraid he’ll miss out on Paczkis if he leaves.”
    “That’s like a donut-y thing, isn’t it?”
    “Do not say that to my grandpa. But yes.”
    “He’s a baker. Can’t he make his own?”
    “Of course he can. He’s just being stubborn. And my grandma is Mexican, and for some absolutely bizarre reason she insists that she won’t be able to get good Chorizo outside of Michigan.”
    “What better place is there for Mexican food than California?”
    “I know, right? At any rate, I’ve almost got them convinced that L.A. can fulfill their culinary requirements, so… We’ll see.”
    “They sound pretty awesome.”
    “They are.” He finished his drink. “I’m beat. You ready for bed?”
    I knew he wouldn’t leave me alone until I was tucked safely in my bed, by myself. So I decided to give him a hard time. “Is that an invitation?”
    “Girl, you must be crazy.”

6
     
    “So, I started dating someone just before we left Malibu,” Mike said, staring at the cards in his hands. “He’s flying in to meet up with us in Dallas.” He looked up at Sean and Hank. “And I want everybody to be nice to him.”
    “Who is this guy?” Sean asked.
    “He’s a model. But not like an underwear model or anything. He’s on billboards and in magazines and stuff. Always wearing clothes – classy clothes.”
    “What’s his name?”
    “Tak.”
    “Tak?” Hank’s eyes were wide. “What is it with you and guys with weird names, Mikey?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well, first there was Grey, and that was his first name, mind you,” Hank told me. “Then there was Van.”
    “Don’t forget about Zeke,” Bell chimed in.
    “My favorite was Thumper,” Baby said.
    “That wasn’t his real name, Baby.” Mike chuckled. “That was his stripper name.”
    “He was a stripper?”
    “Yep.”
    “Like at a gay strip club?”
    “No, at a straight strip club, on girls’ nights. Didn’t you know most of those guys are gay?”
    “That explains so much,” I said.
    Mike looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
    I shrugged. “They never get hard.”
    “How do you know that?” Hank asked.
    “Wait,” Sean said, putting his hand up. “I do not want to know.”
    I laughed.
    “I think you just picked our next ladies night out, Stacey,” Baby said.
    Sean’s head snapped to the side and he stared at her.
    “What? Are you going to tell me I can’t go to a strip club, Sean?”
    Sean turned to Mike. “I hate you for starting this conversation.”
    “Are you, Sean?” Baby pressed.
    “No, I’m not going to try to stop you,” he grumbled.
    “I’m in,” Bell said.
    “See, now I hate you too, Mike,” Hank said.
    “Oh please, Hank. Like you’ve never been to a strip club.” Bell rolled her eyes.
    Hank just grinned.
    “Sean?” Baby asked. “Have you ever been to a strip club?”
    “Hank dragged me.”
    “It’s true, I did,” Hank said.
    “More than once?”
    He shrugged. “A couple times.”
    “Did you ever get a lap dance?”
    “Hank bought me one.” He gazed at his wife. “But Baby, she had nothing on you.”
    “Gross.” I turned to Mike. “See, now I hate you for starting this conversation.”
    ****
    I liked this guy. He was funny and warm. His eyes danced when he laughed. He was also taken.
    “Really, tonight? You’re going to a strip club?” Tak asked us.
    Baby grinned and nodded. “It’ll be my first time.”
    Beside