it.”
“The photographers were onto you.”
“The photographers are always onto us. Are you going to make me beg?” Kenny asked.
She smiled. “Would you? I can’t picture it.” Miss Great Lakes shook her head and Kenny caught a glimpse of the dark, lustrous waves of hair bouncing gently, behaving as she wanted them to. No doubt everyone and everything behaved just as she wanted them to.
“You clearly have not met Jess and Dev. If begging would make them behave, I would be on my knees in an instant.”
She frowned, it was an alluring sight. “You seemed to have the matter in hand. Jess didn’t sound like he was going to listen to Dev. Dev likes to bait him doesn’t he?”
“It’s give and take, why?”
“Just before you showed up, Jess asked who I was and Dev gave a very witty, and smart-ass, answer.”
“Oh, the dig about reading.” Kenny nodded.
“Mostly. Who’s Cassie?”
Kenny hesitated. They didn’t discuss Jess’s obsession outside their inner circle. Actually, they rarely discussed within their inner circle. Discussing it with Miss Great Lakes was out of the question.
“Ah.” She smiled knowingly. “One of those young women that fall in the ‘not to be discussed’ category. I imagine he has a few. I like that pace car at the Indy 500 analogy you likened his reputation to. You’re right, Jess is beyond off limits. I appreciate you stepping in. It didn’t look like your babysitter could handle him. I was worried I was going to have to play cat and mouse with him all night. Does he like the hunt?”
“Yes,” Kenny admitted, grateful that she’d let the subject of Cassie slide. He wondered now exactly why she called him over. Not that he wasn’t enjoying the company.
She sighed and Kenny realized he didn’t even know her name. “That would have been tedious. I’m not allowed to hide.”
Kenny smiled.
“There you go. That wasn’t so hard was it?” Miss Great Lakes asked with an approving smile of her own.
“You got him to smile? Good job,” Dev said. He handed Kenny a tumbler of Coke. “The bartender said you’re drinking ginger ale,” he said handing Miss Great Lakes a tumbler of amber liquid. “I’m Dev, by the way.”
“Paige. Thank you.” She took the drink from him and Dev took her empty glass, handing it to a nearby caterer with a tray. Now with empty hands, Dev took Jess’s half-full champagne flute, but didn’t hand it off like Kenny expected. The caterer wandered off and Kenny stared at Dev.
“What?”
“You don’t drink,” Kenny said, indicating the drink in the twenty-year-old’s hand. He didn’t want to point out that Dev wasn’t technically old enough to drink either. No point going there.
“You just sent me on babysitting duty with Jess, then made me escort him off to safer waters. Let me describe safer waters to you because clearly the occupants of the lounge have changed since you were last there,” Dev began.
“You’re going to tell me it’s not full of old men in toupees anymore aren’t you?” Kenny reached for the champagne glass but Dev held it out of reach.
“Well, you’re half right.”
“And the other half?”
“Their twenty-one-year-old daughters,” Dev said, taking a drink of the champagne. “How can you guys drink this stuff?”
Kenny ignored him. “Why are you out here then?” he asked.
“To bring you drinks, and because – and I know this will not come as a surprise – I was causing as much of a stir in there as Jess was. Bryan said we were disruptive. What with Jess trying to get away from him and me trying to stay behind them both, it’s no wonder Bryan finally sent me packing.” Dev shook his head. “If you try to send me back in there, I’m jumping overboard and swimming for shore.”
Kenny nodded, realizing Dev approached Miss Great Lakes, Paige, rather than stayed in the lounge and that said something. Turning back to Paige, he saw she was watching Dev unhappily.
“So,” Paige said