Page 103 of Get A Fix

“I’ve added that word to go along with enchanted.”

“Well, now,” Levi said, with a sigh.

Ash wrapped up the call then. Levi reiterated how happy he was to meet me, and that he would make sure there would be a lavish yet tasteful arrangement of flowers delivered to Kit’s mother by late morning tomorrow, and that there would be assistant résumés in Ash’s inbox later tonight.

“Thanks, Levi,” Ash told him. “You’re the best.”

“Yes, I know.” He winked, and with a last wave to me, hung up.

Ash groaned. “Not that I didn’t appreciate the help, but that is a whopper of a lie you just told my agent. And now I’m going to need to call Nick Madison out of the blue, and he’ll think I’m a psychopath.”

“Oh?”

“The worst part is, I have no idea how to get his number. Levi is the one who normally puts me in touch with people.”

I kissed his cheek. “Did I forget to mention during our whirlwind twenty-four hours that my buddy is married to Nick Madison?”

It took him a moment. “Wait. That song, that ballad, ‘Lock and Key,’ that’s about his husband, Locryn. You know him?”

“Sadly, yes.”

“Sadly?”

“He’s an ass, and he’s going to be an even bigger one about this because he loves it when people, especially his friends, owe him.”

Ash’s laughter pushed heat right through me. I was addicted to seeing the man happy. “I wanna be there when you call him.”

“You don’t. He’s just gonna growl.”

“I’ve seen pictures of them, and Nick Madison, I mean, come on, you already know I have a soft spot for men with brown hair and big brown eyes.”

“I do know that.”

“But your buddy Locryn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a picture of him where he doesn’t look…”

“Emotionally constipated? Like Nash?” I suggested.

“Yes,” he conceded, like I was onto something. “Exactly. And are his eyes actually black, because that’s how they look in all the photos.”

“Yeah. Black.”

“Huh.”

“The good news is you’ll like Nick. Everybody does. When I met him at their wedding, I kept looking at Loc and thinking, how is this gonna work?”

“But?”

“But you heard that song. Nick Madison is smitten.”

“Just like me,” he said, hooking his hand around the side of my neck to ease me close. “I’m smitten too.”

I felt the same, and he knew that, which was the first time that had ever happened. Being in the same place together, heart and head, was really something to love.

The kid came back, gave us the umbrella, and we left without him recognizing Ash. It was interesting who saw him and who didn’t.

“Did you and your buddy Rais talk about anything else?” Ash asked as we walked together, back under the neon-yellow eyesore.

“He complimented me on my pictures on the internet.”