Curtis smiled at Caelus and slipped from the booth with the menu to order. As soon as he was out of earshot, Caelus turned to Boothill and hissed. “What in the seven hells are you doing, Boothill?” “Just trying to get this really hot grey-haired man I saw in the saloon to come back to my hotel room with me. That’s all.” Boothill’s smirk grew as he finished his drink, and Caelus arched a brow at him. “I see. And what if I chose to go home with this hot, blonde-haired, brown-eyed stranger who approached me at the saloon instead?” “Well, I guess I will have to up the ante and compete a bit harder, yeah?”

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