Your own damn fault. Should’ve waited another five minutes.

And now she looked really worried. “No, but . . .” She grimaced and shook her head, removing her hand from his arm and taking a step away. “No, you’re right. I’m sorry. That was stupid. It’s just . . . Never mind. I better get going. Told the twins I’d be down a little early to relieve them. They’ve got— They want to leave early.”

“Bree, wait.” He reached for her shoulders, getting her to stop. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump down your throat. I just have . . . a lot on my mind, okay? I’m not in any danger of taking a dive off the Ben Franklin.”

“I know that.” She looked like she wanted to say something more but thought better of it. Putting her hand on his cheek, she pressed her lips against his and one of his arms automatically went around her shoulders. She certainly wasn’t trying to get him riled up. It was an affectionate exchange between friends. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off even more.”

“You didn’t. Seriously. Now, apparently I’m supposed to play cards tonight, so where’s your boyfriend?”

He looked over Bree’s shoulder to find Greg watching them from the short hallway that led to the bedrooms. Bree turned but gripped his forearms with her hands so he couldn’t release her.

“Her boyfriend is waiting for you to get your hands off his woman so he can kiss her good-bye.”

Then Greg grinned and walked toward them, trapping her between them. Baz still had his arm around her when Greg bent to kiss her. Baz knew Greg didn’t have a lot of boundaries when it came to affection. He was a lot like Nik in that way.

But Greg had absolute faith in Sabrina’s love for him and wasn’t threatened by Baz’s friendship with her. Even though Greg knew Baz had wanted more at one time. Greg also knew how he felt about Tru, so, yeah, he wasn’t threatened.

“I’ll stop down to see you later, sweetheart.”

Baz released Sabrina as she moved away to grab her purse, then headed for the door.

“Have fun, guys.” She waggled her fingers over her shoulders before shutting the door behind her, leaving Baz and Greg staring at each other.

“Ready to eat, drink, and lose your money?”

“Is she always that worried that I’m going to lose my shit?”

Greg didn’t blink at his change of subject. “Not always, no.”

“Are you?”

A faint hint of a smile on Greg’s mouth. “Not always, no. But here’s the thing. You nearly died from an accidental overdose. We didn’t know you back then, so sometimes I wonder, if I had known you, would I have realized how close to the edge you were? Or did you cover it up so well not even your best friends realized what was going on? And if your best friends missed it, how the hell will I ever see it coming? So, yeah, I worry. Bree worries. Your parents worry. Your friends worry. You know who doesn’t?”

Baz shook his head.

“Tru.”

He blinked. Damn, Greg was right.

She’d never once looked at him like she thought he was gonna go off the deep end and drown his sorrows in pills and liquor.

She’d never been afraid to fight with him, never worried she’d push him too far, too fast. He’d attributed that to her hating his guts but he knew she didn’t.

The same was true of Nik. Nik had tried to give him space, and when Baz still hadn’t come around, Nik had come after him, unafraid to piss him off.

“Good.” Greg smiled at him. “Now you’ll chew on that all night and we can take advantage of you at the card table.” Greg threw his arm around Baz’s shoulders and turned him toward the door. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

He and Greg walked down the hall toward Ty’s and Jared’s apartments at the other end of the building but didn’t stop at either of their doors. Instead, Greg led him to the end of the hall and another three doors.

He reached for the door on the left and waved Baz into an office.

Baz gave Greg a curious look. “We’re gonna play cards in here?”

“No. You’ve got to sign a waiver first.”

“To play cards? What the fuck?”

“No. But you’ve got to sign the waiver to get into the room where we’re playing cards.”

Greg grabbed the piece of paper laying on the desk and handed it to Baz, who couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this was some elaborate prank and he was signing a release for some show like Borat or Jackass.

“Take a few minutes and read it over. After you sign, you’ll understand when I show you. And trust me, you’ll want to sign.”

“You’re not gonna strip me naked and make me do something stupid, are you?”

Greg laughed. “No. But that’s a great idea. I’ll have to use it later. Just read it and sign it. Trust me.”

Baz read through the waiver, not too surprised to see it was a nondisclosure form for some place named the Salon.

He glanced up at Greg after reading through the one-page document that basically threatened legal action if he ever spoke about the Salon to anyone other than other members of the Salon.

“So we’re all gonna sit around and do each other’s hair tonight? Man, I know you’re into some strange shit but seriously?”

Greg reached over and smacked him on the side of his head. “Just sign the damn paper. If I wanted to do your hair, I’d take a damn razor to one side of it.”

“I rocked that look for about a year on our first tour. Alright, alright, I’m signing. Jesus.”

He scrawled his signature at the line on the bottom. Then Greg took the paper and signed at the line directly opposite.

“Great. Let’s play some cards, shall we?”

Rising from his perch on the desk, Greg walked to the wall and pressed on some seemingly random piece of the woodwork.

And Baz’s mouth dropped open as part of the wall swung out.

“A secret door? Seriously?”

Smiling, Greg waved toward the door. “It gets better. Haven’t you ever wondered what the hell was at the end of this hall?”

“No. Why the fuck would I?”

Greg shook his head. “Christ, Baz, why the fuck are we friends?” Then Greg laughed, letting Baz know he was kidding. “Come on. And prepare to be amazed.”

Baz was still shaking his head at Greg’s statement when he walked through the mysterious door. And stopped dead as the lights came on.

“Whoa.”

“And now your inner Keanu Reeves emerges. Told ya.”

Baz’s head felt like it was on a swivel. “Holy fuck. Did you design this for a set or something?”

“Nope. Not me. Jared, mostly. Dane and Ty contributed some.”

Yeah, he could see Ty’s influence in the baby grand in a far corner. And Jared’s in the Oriental rugs and shiny wallpaper and the crystal chandelier hanging dead center from the ceiling.

Under the chandelier was a game table with eight sides and matching chairs. The rest of the furniture around the room looked antique. Hell, it all looked like it’d come from some historical film about butlers and dukes and English mansions.

Something caught his eye in another corner and he was halfway across the room before he realized what it was. Then his gaze darted to the huge glass cabinet along one of the walls, where he was pretty sure—

Yep, the damn thing was filled with sex toys. Okay, they weren’t all sex toys. Some of them looked like something you’d find in a museum. A museum of sex toys.

Then he turned and took a closer look at the artwork. Erotic, all of it. The room screamed sex, but in a way that wasn’t vulgar.

Finally, he turned to find Greg sprawled in one of the chairs at the game table.

“What the fuck?”

Laughing, Greg shuffled a deck of cards with the proficiency of a Vegas dealer. “I’ll let Jed and Ty tell you the story but basically, yeah, it’s a party room.”

“Jesus, this is like no party room I’ve ever fucking seen. It’s like— Wait. What kind of parties?”

Greg stopped shuffling and stared straight at him. “Exactly the kind of parties you think.”

Baz’s mouth dropped open before he could stop it. “Sex parties? You seriously have sex parties in here?”