Virgil nearly lost his drink as Gordon yanked on his arm. “Gordon?!”
His fish brother muttered something that could possibly be considered an apology in some reality, somewhere, but kept pulling, dragging Virgil across the room.
They were at a London function, dressed to the nines, cufflinks and all, and Virgil had been in a very interesting conversation with his plus one. That plus one being Cass McCready and she was dressed in a most appealing manner that had him itching for a paintbrush…among other things.
Instead, he was being dragged across the floor by his fish brother and Cass was fast vanishing behind him in the crowd.
Her amused smile was rather alluring at least.
Gordon and he were going to have words after this.
His brother finally stopped tugging when they reached a group of rather burly looking men and women. All of them were dressed in evening wear, but there was a certain anticipation in all their expressions.
A small table had been set up with two chairs. A particularly large man was sitting in one of them, an air of confidence emanating off of him.
“Virg, it is up to you to uphold how Tracy honour.” Gordon straightened beside him.
“I need you to arm wrestle this man and prove your heavy lifting muscles to these dunderheads.”