Chapter 15
New Year’s Eve night, Tyler and Jarod stood in Jarod’s bedroom, preparing to go out. Jarod wore a pair of black slacks, a black button-down shirt, and a hunter-green jacket.
Tyler couldn’t help but stare. “You look as if you stepped off a page of GQ.”
“You look like you stepped off the same page,” Jarod said, a big smile on his face.
Tyler wore his new outfit—black slacks, a white button-down shirt underneath a chocolate-brown vest, and matching bowtie.
A short time later, they pulled up to the glass building, hopped out of the truck, and gave the keys to the valet. The sidewalk buzzed with activity. Countless people filled the sidewalks, each ones’ outfit more glamorous than the last.
Tyler walked inside the elite hotel, and his mouth fell open. Not impressed by money, he
