Clapping and wolf whistles followed.
"So let's toast." She lifted her martini glass. "Chaz, may the contracts keep rolling in, brother. We're all proud of you and no one deserves this success more than you."
Hugs, congrats, and a few tears were shared among the dozen friends gathered at the table. Then the wait staff cleared the plates and passed out glasses of champagne at Chaz's request.
Champagne reminded Amery of the night at the sports gala with Ronin.
Everything reminded her of Ronin.
But nothing about that realization made her happy.
"Why the sad face, doll?" Vincent asked when he reached across her for the coffee creamer.
"I'm not sad. Why? Do I look it?"
"A little." He squeezed her forearm. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. Just thinking about the last time I had champagne. I made a few questionable choices."
"Is this a juicy story?"
Amery laughed. "Not really."
"Pity. I had perverted hopes you'd dish out a sexy story about you and the scrumptious Ronin Black." He leaned closer. "Is it true what I've heard about him?"
"Depends on what you've heard."
"That he's into . . . all sorts of . . . things."
She sipped her champagne and studied Vincent, Chaz's tailor and longtime friend. "Can you be more specific?"
Vincent fussed with the sleeve of his shirt. "Just that Mr. Black doesn't list all his services on his dojo's Web site. But if you know who to ask, what to ask, and have the means, he's available for hire."
"For what? As a clown at kids' birthday parties?"
"Hilarious. No, silly. For personal protection. Yes, he offers training, but for the right price he'll also sign on as a bodyguard."
She relaxed, relieved Ronin's real proclivities weren't the subject of rumors. "Now, where did you pick up that information, Vincent?"
He waved his hand. "I'm tailor to Denver's elite. It's amazing what one overhears when customers consider you part of the furniture. I'd forgotten a conversation I'd overheard until Chaz mentioned his concern about your involvement with Mr. Black."
Why had Chaz talked to Vincent about Ronin?
"I can see Chaz didn't share the information I shared with him with you."
"Probably because it wouldn't surprise me that Ronin hired out his services. He's an advocate for self-protection and he's highly trained in all areas. If I needed a man to guard my back, he'd be first on the list."
"But doesn't that scare you?" Vincent pressed. "That he might hurt you without meaning to?"
"Ronin would never hurt me. The man has unparalleled control in any and all situations." Amery remembered Ronin's icy coolness the night they were attacked-both during and after. Then her mind went back to how much he knew about stripping down and discarding a gun.
"Interesting." Vincent stirred his piña colada. "Well, I'm glad to hear you trust him, because frankly, I never expected you to be attracted to that sort of man."
"What sort? Hot? Older? Exotic?"
"A thug. A highly trained thug, but a thug nonetheless."
Amery's jaw dropped. "Wow, for a gay man who deals with preconceived ideas, you're pretty goddamn judgmental."
"And what would sweet, naive Amery call a man who teaches violent tactics and sometimes uses them himself for profit? Isn't that the very definition of a thug?"
She hated his pseudo-reasonable I'm-talking-to-a-child-tone. She drained her drink and stood. "Excuse me. I need to use the facilities." And get the hell away from you.
In the bathroom, she replayed the conversation with Vincent. The problem with her friends and the groups they hung around with? They intellectualized everything. They wouldn't look beyond Ronin's brawn to see his brain. If he capitalized on his skill and expanded his income base, it didn't make him a thug for hire; it made him smart.
Despite her frustration with him, she missed him.
Back at the table she took a seat at the end opposite Vincent.
Chaz made a beeline for her and sat on the arm of the chair. "Amery, the girl who always brings her A game, what's up?"
"Not much. Just enjoying your par-tay."
"You could've brought Master Black, you know."
"Might be awkward for him, with your prissy friends judging him."
Chaz crouched beside her. "Ignore Vincent. He's a flaming asshole."
"I just don't understand why you talked to him about your concerns regarding me getting involved with Ronin."
"Well, sugar cube, Vincent is my friend. I talked to him around the time Emmylou had me freaked out. That's all."