Isn't It Bromantic (Bromance Book Club #4) by Lyssa Kay Adams

            “You taste the difference, don’t you?” he murmured, trailing a finger down her jaw.

            “Mmmm,” she moaned.

            Vlad tossed another ice cube in his mouth and broke it in half. “Who the hell does he think he is?”

            Colton shrugged. “A super-hot man who knows how to make cheese sound like an orgasm.”

            “He’s hitting on every woman here. Why aren’t any of you mad about it?”

            Mack shrugged. “I don’t care if Liv wants to taste his cheddar. She’s coming home to my salami.”

            The guys all groaned in disgust.

            “That was beneath you, dude,” Noah said, his tone betraying his own anxiety about Alexis’s rapt attention to the way Cheese Man gripped his Gouda.

            Elena giggled at something Cheese Man said. Vlad felt the blow of it all the way across the room like he’d just been Kronwalled onto his ass. “I’m going to break his balls.”

            “This is a side of the Russian I’ve never seen before,” Mack mused, downing the last swallow of a beer.

            “What side is that?” Vlad crushed another ice cube.

            “Jealous.”

            “I am not jealous.”

            “You sure seem jealous.”

            “I am annoyed. This is my party and my house, and no one is even watching the game because . . . look at him!”

            They all turned in time to see Cheese Man hand a Brie-smeared cracker to Michelle. She plucked it from his fingers with her lips. A swoon went up from the women.

            Vlad tipped his glass back again but found it empty. He cursed under his breath.

            “This is interesting,” Malcolm said, stroking his beard. “I am always intrigued by what it is that finally pushes each man over his limit, what it takes to bring out that inner caveman we’re always trying to suppress. It is a process to overcome a lifetime of toxic masculinity and to—” His voice cut off as Cheese Man picked up Tracy’s hand and kissed it. “I will break his balls.”

            Vlad pointed with his empty glass. “Ha, see? It is not so easy to ignore when it is your woman he is hitting on.”

            The guys all lifted a collective eyebrow. Vlad realized his mistake. “Not that, I mean . . . Elena is not my woman. We are getting a—a . . . you know.”

            Mack tilted his head. “Are you trying to say divorce?”

            “You know what I’m trying to say!”

            “I do. What I find interesting is that you can’t bring yourself to say it.”

            “Shut up.”

            Mack faced him head-on, blocking his view of the women. “Why won’t you just admit it, man?”

            Vlad gripped his empty glass tighter. “I have nothing to admit.”

            Noah snorted. “How about the fact that you don’t want a divorce?”

            Vlad hissed at him to keep his voice down. But a quick peek at the dining room told him no one had heard. The women were still too transfixed by how Cheese Man turned his crank.

            Mack laid a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, man. You don’t have to keep up this lie. Not with us.”

            “I’ve made my peace with the status of my marriage,” he finally said.

            “The expression on your face right now is not one of peace, man.”

            “Then consider it one of acceptance.”

            “It’s one of defeat, nut sack.” Mack snorted.

            “You heard her. She had a job interview in Moscow. She’s leaving.”

            “Don’t you want to fight for her?” Noah asked.

            “I’m done fighting for her.”