The Man You Need (Love on Tour #4) by Kay Harris Page A

talented.”
    “Yeah?”
    “But she has shitty taste in men. Do you have shitty taste in men…”
    “Kacey.”
    “Kacey, do you like assholes that treat you like shit or something like that?”
    “Definitely not.”
    The bitch had the nerve to put her hand on Sean’s shoulder. Sean never talked this much to strangers and I wanted to see where this would lead. But I also had the intense urge to grab her grubby little paw and take it off of Baby’s property.
    “No?”
    “No. I like men like you.”
    “Oh, see, that would fall in the bad taste category.”
    “Why’s that?” she purred.
    “Because I’m married.”
    “That’s not always the case. I mean, it’s not always the case that being attracted to a married man means you have bad taste in men.”
    “But it is in this case, because I’m happily married, and no woman in the whole world could turn my head away from my gorgeous wife, so it’s bad taste.”
    Kacey paled. She dropped her hand and ran off quickly.
    I laughed my ass off. My brother turned to me with a wicked grin.
    “I had no idea you could be so…”
    “What?”
    “I don’t know. Hank-like, I guess.”
    He chuckled. “I think I might have spent too much time with that dude.”
    ****
    I had been comfortable with Jack pretty much from the beginning. I behaved around him like I did with my family. Which was very unusual for me. But it was also nice. He was my friend, and it was pleasant to have a friend I didn’t have to hide from. However, Sean’s comment at dinner, coupled with whatever the hell had happened between us at the loading dock door the other day, made me uneasy. What if Jack thought there was something more between us, too? The last thing I needed was for him have a thing for me. There was one was one sure way to find out.
    “So who do you think is hot?” I swung my feet from the rafters and looked down at the crowd.
    Jack looked over at me. I’d brought him up here a few minutes ago. He’d been running around the venue like a madman making sure everything was in place. But it was. And now Sean and Hank were at the meet and greet with Mike, and Jack needed to chill out. So I’d dragged him up to this little perch above the crowd.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean,” I said in an exasperated tone. “I’m trying to figure out what your type is. I already know you like sweet and kind and someone who loves animals. But what’s your physical type? I need to know this if I’m going to try to set you up.”
    “You do not need to set me up.”
    “Come on, play along. What’s your type?”
    “I don’t really have one.”
    “Nonsense. Everyone has a type.”
    “No, Princess. I don’t think that’s true. Just because you have a specific set of qualities you look for in a man before throwing yourself at him, doesn’t mean we all do.”
    I could have been pissed off. After all, he’d just insulted me, kind of. But I wasn’t. The way I annoyed Jack was a clue that maybe he didn’t find me attractive. And this was good.
    “Whatever, look down at the crowd and pick out three girls you think are smoking hot.”
    He harrumphed, but then he obeyed. I watched as he peered down at the thousands of people below us, his eyes roaming over them.
    “Okay, I’ve got three.” He said after a few minutes.
    “Show me,” I leaned closer to him and looked down.
    “The girl in the blue sweatshirt,” he pointed with his finger, “standing next to the column there, is the first one.”
    She was short, well-endowed, and had long, straight brown hair. She was also wearing glasses.
    “And do you see the Latino girl over by the back wall. She’s standing with like five massive dudes.”
    I spotted her right away. I’d already been checking out the guys she was with. She was also short, had bleached blonde hair that fell in contrast to her bronze skin in soft waves down her back. She was thin and petite. But unlike the girl in the sweatshirt, she was wearing a halter top and