“I appreciate your support and all, but I don’t work for you. What Tori and I discuss isn’t any of your business.” He started to object, but she rushed ahead, holding up a finger to silence him. “Look, I get that she’s your client and is technically your business. I’m just not sure if you’re all that good for her.”
“So I’m supposed to prove myself to you?”
“No. You’re supposed to prove yourself to your client.” Mel dropped her warning finger and relaxed her shoulders. Turning Shane into an enemy wouldn’t help anyone. “Look, I’m not putting limits on what Tori and I talk about, and our conversations will be private. It’s the only way she’ll trust me. But I promise to give you a heads-up if there’s anything going on that concerns me. Fair enough?”
Tim spoke before Shane could. “That’s more than fair, Mel. And we appreciate your friendship with our client. Don’t we, Shane?” He gave her a smile. “Tori said something about having dinner with you tonight?”
She smiled back. “Yes. It’s Taco Tuesday at the Chalet. It’s a townie place. None of the locals will bother her.” It was one of Mel’s favorite things about Gallant Lake. The residents seldom raised an eyebrow over someone being well-known, whether they were guests at the resort or not. People just went about their lives.
“Athletes need a healthy diet...” Shane started, but Tim shut him down. Judging from the wince on Shane’s face, Tim was applying pressure with the metal prosthetic under the table as he spoke.
“But everyone should get a chance to enjoy tacos once in a while, right?”
Mel nodded and tried not to react when Tim winked at her. He was such a charmer. Luis let out a very soft growl of appreciation. Shane just growled before standing and stomping out of the café.
* * *
“THE NEXT TIME I need you to be my keeper, I’ll let you know, okay?” Shane glared at Tim as they headed back to their car. “Don’t ever tell people in a business meeting what I ‘really’ meant to say or do.”
“That wasn’t exactly a business meeting, but fine. Sink or swim on your own.” Tim’s prosthetic didn’t slow his pace, and Shane had to hustle to keep up with him on the sidewalk along Main Street.
“Why wasn’t it a business meeting? Tori’s our client. We talked business. It’s not our fault we interrupted their little coffee date.”
“Why do you say it like that? They’re business partners, like us.”
Shane barked out a laugh. “Yeah, right. As if that’s all they are.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“Come on, Tim. You saw them when we walked in. They’re obviously a couple.”
Tim stopped so abruptly that Shane blew several steps past him.
“You think Luis and Mel are a couple?”
It didn’t make Shane happy to admit it. He’d been thinking Melanie might be an interesting diversion as long as he had to spend time in this hole-in-the-wall town. They were both successful people, and probably had a lot in common. She was smart and he liked the way he had to stay on his toes around her. He liked a lot of things about her. But he definitely didn’t like the intimate coziness that clearly existed between her and her partner.
“She was practically sitting in the guy’s damn lap when we walked in. Yeah, they’re definitely a couple.”
“No.” Tim shook his head. “They are definitely not.”
Shane threw his hands in the air. “And how the hell do you know that?”
“Because...” Tim stopped and gave Shane an odd look over the roof of the car. “You know what? Never mind. Maybe you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right! I can’t believe you didn’t see it.” He slid behind the wheel of his low-slung Lincoln and couldn’t resist needling his friend. “Aren’t you gay guys supposed to be more in tune with relationships and romance and stuff?”
“Don’t start on me with that gay-men-make-the-best-wedding-planners crap. Do I look like a matchmaker to you?” Tim gestured to his chinos and polo shirt. “Have you ever seen me drawing hearts and cupids on my meeting notes?”
Shane pulled the car away from the curb. Tim had a point. He was the least gay gay man Shane had ever met. Of course, Tim had been in the army during the days of “don’t ask don’t tell,” so he’d had years of practice at acting like the most macho guy in the room. He smiled to himself—that wasn’t really an act. Tim was the toughest guy Shane knew. As a Ranger, he’d been a natural leader and an inspiration to the men he’d led.
“You are definitely not the hearts-and-flowers type.” Shane glanced at him. “But you know it would be okay with me if you were.”
“Oh, thanks, Dad. I’m glad you’re proud of me now that I’m out of the closet. You gonna march with me during Pride Week, too? I’ll get you a T-shirt.”
“Christ, what is your problem? When have I ever not been 100 percent behind you?”
“That would be a sentence I’d avoid saying out loud at the parade if I were you.” They pulled into the entrance of the resort, driving between two massive stone pillars. “But as long as we’re all about my gayness this morning, what makes you think Luis wasn’t interested in me?”
Shane laughed as he backed the car into a parking spot. “I’m not saying you’re not a catch, but, dude, did you see him with Melanie? He was all over her. Hetero all the way, my friend.”
When they’d first walked into the café, the two of them had been laughing together, and Mel’s arms had been around Luis’s neck. And when Luis had seen Shane, he’d jumped into alpha-protective mode. The way he’d stood and kept his arm firmly around her waist. The way he’d given Shane the I-smell-a-rival stink-eye when they were introduced. And at the charity event, Luis and Mel had kissed and whispered together like a couple who knew each other’s secrets. Shane envied the guy.
Tim started to get out of the car, then turned back, looking oddly amused.
“Well, you would know that far better than me, Shane.”
They headed into the resort lobby with the towering staircase winding up through the center like a giant tree. There were even metal leaves hanging from the ceiling three stories above them. The owners hadn’t spared any expense in their efforts to bring the place into the twenty-first century. Tim nudged him with his elbow.
“Why are you so concerned with Luis and Mel’s relationship, anyway? Oh, wait.” Tim gave his best Valley girl imitation. “Oh. My. Gawd. You like her! You like Mellie Low!” The accent vanished. “Hot damn, man. You’re swinging for the fences with that one—a supermodel. She’s clever, too. And tough.”
“And taken.”
Tim’s mouth opened, then snapped shut.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m sure you’re right, Shane. But I didn’t see any rings.”
“What does that mean?”
“Do I really