Harlan is only in Vegas for two nights for his brother’s wedding. His parents want Harlan married, too, and not to a man. What would people say? Not that Harlan cares. He doesn’t like most people, and he enjoys making sure they dislike him in return. He can play nice long enough to finalize a contract or get laid, what more does he need? He definitely doesn’t need a date with his smart-mouthed waiter. But he wants one. Maybe more than one.
Apolo doesn’t get paid enough to take crap from customers. On the other hand, he might be willing to take something else from the rude but hot whiskey snob in the expensive suit. Especially since he seems amused rather than offended by Apolo’s attitude. Apolo doesn’t have anything (or anyone) better to do tonight. But if it’s just s*x, why has he somehow agreed to go to a wedding with Harlan? As Harlan’s husband?
Harlan is abrasive and Apolo is prickly. They both want the last word and neither likes to lose. Is it possible that being equally stubborn is how they both win?
Whiskey and Salt By Mere Rain Harlan couldn’t have told anyone what he ate at his brother’s rehearsal dinner. The food came with wine, which he also couldn’t describe except that there wasn’t enough of it to make talking to his family bearable. As soon as the dessert plates had been cleared, Harlan stood and headed for the door. He didn’t make it six feet before his younger brother intercepted him, handing him a half-full champagne flute and clinking his own glass against it without paying any attention to Harlan’s glower. “Congratulations,” Harlan said unenthusiastically. “Thanks. About time it was your turn,” Braden said jovially. “When Hell freezes over.” Harlan emptied his glass. His brother laughed, as if Harlan had been joking. “That’s what they all say. But when you meet the
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