Chapter 7

“So I’m a dipshit.” Pulling off his shirt, he sent her a lopsided grin.

Kata couldn’t help but smile. Even drunk, he was self-deprecating and funny. And true-blue. Impossible to hate, even if he wasn’t showing his good side tonight.

“You are. You’d better not ruin my birthday.”

“Hey, didn’ I bring you someone?” He gestured vaguely in Hunter’s direction as he pushed his jeans around his ankles. “He’s done this before. And the girls who worked the bars near the RTC where we went to boot usta ooh and aah about him. I brought you the best. Happy birt’day.”

Hunter had experienced a ménage before? Her gaze zipped across the room to him. What little she could see of Hunter’s expression neither confirmed nor denied Ben’s claim . . . but she didn’t imagine for an instant that he’d been a choirboy.

So “yes” was a safe assumption.

His experience should have made her feel better. He’d know what to do, how to minimize any awkwardness and maximize the pleasure. But in