Page 21 of Dragged Home for Christmas
Anthony’s eyes flashed. “Honey, we arefabulousdrag queens.” He got his phone out and scrolled. “There. See for yourself.”
Mike stared at the screen. “Oh wow. You look amazing. What’s your name?”
He grinned. “Miss Dixx.”
Miss Dixx was a vision in green sequins, her hair pulled up on top of her head, secured with a heart-shaped headpiece. Her heels had to be at least five inches, and considering Anthony was the tallest of the four, that was an awesome sight.
Mike smiled. “Okay, I’m impressed.”
“This is me.” Elliott held out his phone, and Mike stared at the slim queen with long crimson hair that reached her ass, a generous cleavage and narrow waist, her sparkly red catsuit clinging to her curves. Elliott beamed. “I’m Cherry Popp.”
Ashley chuckled. “Love the name.”
It was Jim’s turn. He handed Mike his phone. “And I’m Luscious D-Lite.”
Ashley peered over Mike’s shoulder. “You’ve got a whole Courtney Act thing going on, haven’t you?” Mike gave her a puzzled glance, and she rolled her eyes. “Australian drag queen. I swear, sometimes I’m not even sure you’re gay.” Luscious had glossy blond hair, and shone in a bright yellow dress shimmering under the lights.
Jim flushed, and Elliott snickered. “Told ya you were being too obvious. Not that I can’t see why you wouldn’t ship. Courtney is amazing.”
Mike glanced at Sam. “And what about you?” He was curious to see Sam in all his drag glory.
Face it, you’d be interested in seeing Sam if he was wearing a sack.
Yeah, the guy was definitely Mike’s type.
Sam smiled. He scrolled on his phone and held it up for Mike to see. “I’m Candy Cummings.”
Candy really rocked the blue wig and sequined purple dress, and the heels were awesome, though how she managed to walk in them, Mike had no idea. What made himsmile, however, was the fact that she kept the beard, tinged with blue dye.
“You all look fantastic,” he admitted. “So I’ll ask again… What went wrong?”
They fell silent, until Jim let out a sigh. “I guess it all started when Polly left.”
Mike stilled. “Polly Amoray? I saw photos of Nick and Polly in a drawer.”
“They were an item.” Anthony’s face tightened. “She’s the reason he’s dead.”
Elliott touched his arm lightly. “Babe, a heart attack killed Nick.”
“Yeah, because shebrokehis heart, that’s why.” Anthony swallowed, then shocked the hell out of Mike by launching into a song. This time it was a gut-wrenching rendition of the chorus ofWithout You.
Sam rolled his eyes. “And she’s off again.”
Jim clamped a hand over Anthony’s mouth. “No singing at the breakfast table, remember?”
Anthony glared at him as Jim removed his hand.
Sam met Mike’s gaze. “You’d better get used to it. This happens a lot around here. Ant’s got a song for every occasion, and I do meaneveryoccasion.”
“Although you should be flattered,” Elliott added. “He doesn’t usually do this in front of other people.” He smiled. “I guess he feels comfortable around you.”
Mike gazed at Anthony in admiration. “You can really sing. Why isn’t this part of your act?”
He shrugged. “The people who come to our shows expect lip-syncing. They don’t wanna hear me.”
“I’dpay to hear you,” Ashley confessed.
Anthony patted her hand. “You’re sweet, but… I just don’t have the confidence to sing in public. Maybe one day?”
