“Vitiligo,” Philip answered. “It’s a defect in the pigmentation; I don’t produce melanin anymore, so I’ve got this pinto effect.”
“That’s why the sunscreen?”
“Sunscreen all the time.”
Marcus raised Philip’s hand to his and kissed it gently. “I think you’re gorgeous—pinto, palomino or bay.”
Philip held his hand, strong fingers intertwined against Marcus’s own. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself. I could use an escort for the awards banquet tonight. Care to join me?”
“I thought Mrs. Reese had dibs on you for tonight.” Marcus replied. “Rumor has it when she contracts a rider, she really contracts a rider.”
“She might be selling it, but I’m not buying.” Philip said.
“Really? So what are you in the market for?”
Philip gripped Marcus’s hand and pressed closer. His gaze traveled over Marcus
