CHAPTER TWENTY
That night, Leslie glided through the stylish guests who filled Orville’s front patio. Women around Leslie’s age hung on the arms of men old enough to be their fathers. One glance at the men’s omega watches and bling suggested how they could keep such young company.
Leslie walked around, sipping a strawberry and banana cocktail. Men smiled at her as if offering an invitation to join them, but she kept her distance.
She got to the patio by the pool and found more old men with young women hanging on their every word. A group of gorgeous, brunette women chatted on the velvet loveseat.
A platinum blond Max walked from around the corner with his hand in one pocket and a drink in the other. He smiled at the women who giggled back, and shocking to Leslie, left without flirting
