REVEAL - Scorpio & Harlan (Fettered Book 2) Read Free

handle any more wine today." Meghan, rolling in on the other side of the buffet, looks a little green at the thought. I take pity on her—she was assigned the task of getting Roberto's parents to the wedding venue, and they probably made her drink a trunk full of wine on the way.
    I grab a plate and get serious about adding some food to the wine I’m about to drink. The bacon melon hearts are stupidly cute—just the kind of thing Gabby would come up with, and probably tasty. It’s hard to mess up bacon.
    Behind me, someone starts clinking their fork on a glass. I turn, looking for the newlyweds, to catch the inevitable kiss.
    And discover that in Italy, they're a lot more inclusive. Roberto's father reaches over and drops a kiss on Brittany’s astonished mother—and then grape farmers all over the room start kissing their neighbors. I duck the questing arms of the ten year old beside me. Leo grins and plants one on the elderly woman standing beside him. Brittany’s grandmother, I think.
    The old woman eyes him appraisingly, and then looks at me. "He's cute—do you want him, or can I keep him?”
    I’m way too used to our gay playboy videographer to bother replying.
    “You can keep me, sweetheart.” Leo grins at his new dinner companion. “And if you catch the bouquet, we’ll run away to Bali and get married.”
    “Deal. I’m Tillie.” She plunks a bacon melon heart on his plate, followed by a heaping scoop of potato salad, and something that looks like pulled pork. “You’re not a vegetarian, are you, dear?”
    Meghan shakes her head as Leo leans down and gives Tillie’s cheek a kiss. One playboy, bent on making an old lady’s evening unforgettable. He’s a guy who lives for the shiny moments, and he absolutely knows how to create them. It’s why we love him—and why he drives us all crazy.
    Tillie is about to have a heck of a night.
    Meghan and I, on the other hand, are either going to end up wallflowers or adopted by grape farmers who feel vaguely sorry for us. Either way I’m definitely going to end up feeling sorry for myself.
    I load up my plate and wonder if I can arrange to be Tillie when I grow up, because right now the best offer I have is from a big man with tats who wants me to be his sub for a few hours. No matter how much he makes me squirm, I’m pretty sure Tillie’s got the better deal.

Chapter Four

Harlan
    I walk into Damon’s office a happy man. Milo has surfaced and been put in charge of all wrenches, Quint fired me from helping with member intake forms, the bar supplies screw-up miraculously fixed itself with only a couple of growls on my part, and all I have left to do today is laze around and listen to Damon and Ari have good ideas.
    Life is good.
    Even if I have a pair of army boots walking in places inside me they shouldn’t. I sling myself into a chair and grin at Ari and the pile of paper she has in her lap. “What’s that?”
    She looks over at the boss. “Want me to talk about it now or later?”
    Damon grins. “You can talk about a lapful of porn any time you like, babe.”
    That kind of talk will get you in trouble in most offices—especially if you’re the boss—but not this one, at least not when Ari’s on the receiving end. She was born savvy and tough and knowing exactly who she is, and she gives at least as good as she gets around here.
    And if anyone ever messes with that, they’ll have Damon and me crawling up their asses so fast they’ll never know what hit them. I reach over and tug on her ear, and discover that she actually does have a lapful of porn. Classy stuff, by the looks of it.
    She flips over the top picture so I can’t see anything good and pushes me back into my chair. “Behave. This is for a new idea I have. Some of the members have been asking for a tool to help with scenes.”
    I know what she’s getting at, because I have my ear at least as close to the ground as she does. “Some of the old-timers are bored.”
    “Lacking