“Okay. I’m following you, husband.” Beck batted long eyelashes at him. “How cool is it that you’re showing me Vegas?”
“I think it’s amazing. We’ve got tons of time to explore too.” He couldn’t wait for Beck to find out about the helicopter ride tomorrow.
“You really know your way around. How many times have you been here?” Beck’s hand brushed his, he knew it wasn’t an accident.
“Twice a year for…Christ, babe, how long have I been riding? I’ve been here a lot.” And Beck hadn’t ever come because it was so high-profile, so many cameras, so many opportunities to slip up.
“I knew it was a lot. I’d never done the math.” Beck snorted. “Also, I always thought you were too busy with events and hand-shaking and PR to actually see anything. Good thing I didn’t know how much downtime you could have, I’d have been much more jealous.”
“I slept a lot. Seriously. I was worn to the bone and needing to ride. The best part was after the event and being able to eat.”
“Yeah. I’ve noticed you’ve been eating like you’re riding since we’ve been here. Old habit?”
He blinked. “Have I?”
Surely not.
“Uh-huh. You took the buns off your room-service cheeseburger yesterday.” Beck didn’t seem to be making a point, just teasing, but it was still true.
“Huh. I just need to look good, I guess.” He ran his hand over his belly.
“You always look good. The non-visible rib cage thing really works for you.” Beck started to reach for him and stopped, caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. “Is this where we’re eating?”
“This is it. Come on. I want you to see everything. You’ll have a ball.” He led Beck into the Buffet and pulled out his wallet to pay.
“This place is huge!” Beck’s eyes went wide. “Oh, man. They have an all-day food pass. That’s insane.”
“Maybe one day this week. We’ll pass a ton of places to eat during our day.”
“I definitely do not need to eat all day. But I think that’s amazing.”
Sky paid for them both, and Beck handed him a tray. “It’s Egypt in here. Look. Anubis, King Tut, Bast…oh, there’s a pyramid over there. Wild.”
“Right? I knew you’d—"
“Oh, my God. Skyler Paulson!” A couple of young ladies bounced up on them. “We’re so glad you’re here. Are you going to ride?”
“I’m not.” He was broke, deep down inside, and that was…okay. Not great, but he was okay.
They hemmed and hawed for a second before looking to Beck. “Is this your brother?”
“No, ma’am. This is my husband, Beckett.”
“Oh?” The woman looked confused for a moment but she caught on. “Oh. Oh. Well.”
Beck turned and stared at him. “We’re…that’s…we’re doing this? That? Now?”
“You ready for breakfast, Beck?” He wasn’t going to act like he’d done anything wrong, dammit.
Beck’s smile started tentative, then he laughed, and it lit up half the buffet. “I’m starved. Pleased to meet you ladies. Enjoy your day.”
“Y’all too.” The women chattered together, and Sky walked them to their table.
“So you’re a gay cowboy now, huh? Am I going to get my ass kicked? I may not have the shoulders for that haymaker anymore.”
“Don’t make me hurt you, butthead.” He winked over. “I’m a stud, remember?”
“You so are. That was amazing. I’m excited. And terrified. You want coffee?”