Divine Rod had elevated flirting with the crowd to an art form. He winked, he preened, he threw out extremely sexually innuendo'd one-liners, all between singing pitch-perfect renditions of current pop songs and introducing the other drag kings on the bill tonight.

I'd been screaming as loud as everyone else in the joint when I caught sight of Rafael's pained wince. I leaned over. "Go home. I can talk to him myself."

Rafael shook his head. "I want to be there."

He ...