“Well, he’s both,” Flash said.
“You didn’t want to tell him the club owns Blush?”
He shook his head. “I think it’s best to keep him in the dark as much as possible. He doesn’t need to know my business.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re not mafia, honey.”
“Pretend that I am in regard to LRG.”
I chuckled. “Oh my god,fine.”
We pulled up to the back of the club and walked inside. Flash ushered me up some back stairs and into a private office where a few of the Dogs were already gathered.
“We’re not eating in the club?” I whispered.
He shook his head, squeezing my hand. “We’re eating in the private dining room so we can watch LRG and his party when he gets here.”
“Why would we want to watch him?”
He shrugged. “Just don’t trust him, Tate.”
“Hey, Flash.”
We turned toward the sound of the deep voice and I smiled.
“Hey, Booker.” Flash wrapped his arm around me. “You remember Tate?”
He grinned. “Haven’t seen you since you were probably in middle school. How are you?”
“I’m good. Thanks,” I said, smiling.
Booker looked a bit like Charlie Hunnam, only with a little more grey in his dark blond hair. He wore an obviously expensive suit that appeared to have been made for him and gorgeous didn’t seem good enough to describe him.
“Tate!” Dani squealed, rushing toward me.
Dani was Booker’s wife. She was blonde, curvy, and drop dead gorgeous, even in her fifties.
“Hi, Dani,” I said as she pulled me in for a hug.
“Booker said you were coming tonight, so I stuffed myself—”
“Goddammit, woman!” Booker growled, wrapping his arm around her, and pulling her close.
“Sorry.” Dani wrinkled her nose. “I slipped into a little black dress—”
“Thank you,” Booker said, kissing her temple.
“Can I finish my sentence, big man?” she sassed.
“The second you recognize the fact you’re hot as fuck, you sure can.”
“He’s right about that,” I said.
“Thank you, Tate,” Booker said.
“You look beautiful, by the way, Dani,” I continued.
“Thank you, honey.” She smiled. “You look gorgeous as well. You and Daisy and your freckles. Lucky girls.”
