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Mum, a hand over her mouth, sank into her seat. She didn’t look at Tristan or at Leo.
A moment later, another man came and sat at their table. He was middle-aged and looked vaguely familiar, but Leo couldn’t place him.
“Hello,” he said. “How is everyone?”
Mum let out a strangled sound, and their table fell into awkward silence.
Then, maybe because it was too quiet, Tristan lobbed a bomb. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs, the split in his dress falling open to reveal his toned, muscular thighs, encased in fishnet. “Mrs. Fisher, did Leo mention we’ve moved in together?”
“What?” Mum and Dad asked as one.
“What?” Steve asked, and Leo shot him a look. The fuck was it any of his business?
“Aw!” said the latecomer. “Isn’t that nice?”
Well, he seemed to be the only one who thought so.
Leo grabbed a glass of champagne and handed one to Tristan, who promptly did that silly thing where they linked arms before they drank. It was cute and awkward all at once.
“Yeah,” Tristan said with a smile. “We had sex in his shower earlier today. It’s so big.”
Leo almost choked on his champagne.
“The shower, too,” Tristan said with a wink.
Leo forced down his embarrassment. This was what he wanted Tristan to do. Just…did he have to be so good at it? He was incredible, but Leo would have liked an out-of-body experience right now, thanks.
Steve threw back his head and laughed, and so did the other guy, which made Leo feel a little better. Then, because Steve and the other guy were clearly both arseholes, they shook hands across the table and introduced themselves.
“Steve,” Steve said.
“Kev,” said the other guy.
And now everyone was friends. Yay.
Leo drank some more.
His mother was giving him a death glare, but instead of crumbling under her disapproval like he usually would, Leo straightened up in his chair and ignored her.
“A little bird tells me that you’re considering running for pre-selection, Mr. Fisher,” Kev said. “That’s very admirable. Tell me, what are your thoughts on how to encourage small businesses in the current economic climate?”
Leo tuned out Dad’s response about tax cuts and other incentives.
“We’ve been talking to Lillian,” Mum said. “Lillian Kingsbury.” As though nobody would know otherwise. “She’s been so encouraging.”
“Ah,” said Kev with a polite nod.
“Ah,” echoed Steve. “Lovely woman, Lillian. Got a lot of time for her.”
“Anyway.” Tristan gave a tinkling laugh. “God, it’s all so boring, isn’t it?” He leaned closer to Steve, his elbows on the table. If he’d had tits, they would have been spilling out of his neckline. “What is it that you do, Steve?”
“I’m an oral and maxillofacial surgeon.”
“Oooh,” Tristan said, walking his fingers along the tablecloth. “Sounds like haaaard work.”
Steve raised his eyebrows. “It’s a very serious profession.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Tristan said, and drained the rest of his champagne. He winked. “You had me at ‘oral.’”
