“That’s more like it.”
Turk sipped his scotch. “Lucy and Desiree are worried you’re gonna leave. I’ve realized you flirting wasn’t that. It was your way of putting the dancers at ease.”
It felt good to be vindicated. “Yeah, but you and Volt were right, too. It’s easy for that to be misconstrued. Heaven had the wrong idea, from what Ava tells me.”
Turk nodded. “That doesn’t surprise me. I don’t want to lose a headliner because you might leave.”
“I’d definitely give you ample notice.”
“Yeah. Is there any chance I can offer Ava an opp—”
“No fucking way.”
“I was going to ask about offering her a part time social media manager gig. Yak contacted some people and the cost is jacked.”
Punc blew out a calming breath. “She’s mine, but that’s her decision.”
Turk finished his drink. “Are you sure you can’t make more working on cars?”
He weighed his words. “If I’d stuck with my old job, Imightbe making more, but I wouldn’t have the flexibility I have here.”
“The club would work around your shit.”
He tossed back the rest of his scotch. “As Savannah points out, nothing beats having a great boss. Other than this bullshit, you and Yak are pretty great bosses.”
“Don’t be a kiss ass.”
“I’m not. Pulling me aside like this isn’t cool.”
Turk grinned. “Don’t care if you think that. I gotta take care of this business, and having this conversation is how I do that.”
“Fair enough. I’m gonna see if Tundra needs any help.”
Turk cocked a brow. “He doesn’t. Head home - if you’re good to ride.”
Savannah’s phone alarm sounded, waking him from a deep sleep. After she silenced it, he rolled toward her.
She slid her hand up along his bicep. “Morning, honey. I’m sorry my alarm woke you.”
He kissed her bare shoulder. “Don’t be. I can sleep after you leave.”
“Oh,” she said, skating her hand over to his chest.
He stopped her hand, and chuckled. “Got an opportunity to tell you about - if you’re interested.”
“Sure, what is it?”
He told her about Turk’s idea.
She stretched and yawned. “I’m not sure. I definitely shouldn’t decide on zero caffeine.”
“Considering it’s part-time, I don’t know how much you’d make. You could use it as a stepping stone to move into that industry if you wanted.”
She smiled. “Yeah, but yesterday, Rita beat me to the punch about a promotion.”
He rolled on top of her. “Forgot about that text you sent me yesterday. Now I can congratulate you in person.”
Six months later…
