He shook his head, grinning. “You work here and then work the bar at night?”
I shrugged. “It’s only a fifty-minute class, and I don’t go into the bar until around three or four, sometimes later.”
“But you’re there ’til what? Like two in the morning?”
I shook my head. “Between three and four.”
“You don’t leave by yourself, do you?” he asked, brows dipping into a V, expressing his concern.
“I usually have at least one other employee close up with me.”
His look remained skeptical.
“Some nights Sean waits with me while I close up.”
“Sean, from Rescue Two? The one who just clowned all my guys?”
I laughed. “That’s him.”
“You two…”
“Are related? Yes, he’s my brother.”
The crease in his forehead released as relief washed over him. “Good to know.”
“Why’s that?” My voice had dipped a little lower to just being this side short of seductive.
“Because when I take you out, I don’t have to worry about him thinking I’m trying to steal his woman. Though, I wouldn’t give a damn if that were the case.”
My jaw dropped. “Sooo, you’re asking me out? On a date?”
“Yes, Angela. I am asking you out on a date.”
I think I swayed a little bit when I heard him say my name for the first time.
“When?”
“Tomorrow night.”
No hesitation.
No contemplation.
“I have Wednesdays off.”
“I know.”
“Where?”
“That’s for me to know. I’ll pick you up at six?”
I nodded. “No, wait.”
He frowned.
“You don’t know where I live.”
“I’ll pick you up fromCharlie’s.”
