“You need something for pain?” Vince asked, looking around as if searching for a nurse.
“I’m okay.”
“You’re not, but I won’t argue with you.”
“Vince is so protective of Pretty Boy, you know,” I said to the man standing a couple of paces to the side of Vincent. Who was he? I decided to start the ball rolling introduction-wise. “I’m Sweetcheeks, and that’s Spike. I run this menagerie, as much as these two will allow.”
“And when are you going to give it up?” Vince demanded. “This life is getting downright dangerous.” He noticed my gaze was on the other man. “This is Matheson. He’s with me.”
Matheson, hmm? The one who had called Vince earlier? Was there anything between them? After a second or two, I decided not. If I hadn’t known Vince had had sex with Pretty Boy, nothing about him would have set off my gaydar. The man with him, on the other hand, definitely had it going tick, tick, tickety tick.
I studied him carefully.