“How’s it been today?” he asked once Emma was gone.
Sabrina squirted some sanitizer into her palm from a nearby table full of supplies. “My hands haven’t hurt like this in a long time. Stephan and I are doing fifteen minutes for fifteen dollars, and people have been coming at us all day.”
She reached one arm forward and used her other hand to bend back her fingers toward her elbow in a long stretch.
Cam waited until she finished shaking out her arms and hands before passing the coffee back to her. “Good business, then?”
Her grin showed pure happiness. “Yes, it’s been great. We’ve booked a lot of new clients today. Cicely will be thrilled.” She looked around at the crowd of people. “I don’t know a lot about rallies, but this is one of the best block parties I’ve ever been to. Y’all have outdone yourselves.”
Cam smiled at the compliment. Yeah, he was pleased at the turnout and the show of support. It was a shame it had to come from a tragedy. Everyone here loved the hardworking and gentle Garfield, and his death left a hole in many lives, but seeing so many people come together to support his wife and kids meant the world.
Perhaps this was the direction the Knights needed and the basis for their purpose. Wolf spoke often of the tight brotherhood of the Dragon Runners MC and how they thrived in both business and community. From what little Cam had learned about the North Carolina club, they might not always follow the law, but they were always fair. He thought that was a pretty good balance.
Crossman helped the other woman from Stephan’s massage chair.
“Thanks for that,” she said, then studied him for a beat. “Hey, aren’t you one of the Date Knight Knights?”
Crossman’s face froze. “Um, yes? Yes, I am.”
A huge grin lifted the woman’s second chin. “You are soooo cute! I hope I win you!”
“Uh… I hope you do too,” Crossman answered awkwardly.
“Never mind that now,” Stephan interrupted while wiping down the angled chair and headrest with sanitizer. “It’s this man’s turn, so let me get my hands on him, yeah?”
The masseuse bustled Crossman into position and started pressing on his shoulders. “I bought some of those date tickets myself.Imight win you.”
Crossman groaned as Stephan dug into his muscles. “I’m not gay, but I’ll definitely take you for a ride if you keep that up.”
“Oooooh, keep talking, honey.”
Cam laughed as he drained the last bit of his coffee before tossing the paper cup into a nearby trash can. He turned back toan amused Sabrina. “Wanna take a break and go see the other stuff?”
“Absolutely. Hey, Stephan? Text me if you get a bunch of people and need me, okay?”
He nodded. “Will do. Now go away.”
Cam took Sabrina’s hand as they walked, threading his fingers between hers and swinging gently. He bought them loaded hot dogs from a food truck and watched as she took a big bite. Immediately, the mass of toppings splooged out, making a total mess on her pink shirt.
She laughed and swiped off the mustard and relish. “Eat a little, wear the rest,” she joked.
He handed her a pile of napkins. “I hope no one sees me in public with you like this.”
She scrunched her face at him. “Why? Will I bring down your street cred?”
He choked on the bite he’d just taken. “What the hell is street cred?”
“I don’t know. I heard it in a movie once.” She looked around for a trash bin to toss the soiled napkins, finding one near an ice cream vendor.
“You’re nuts,” he said as they headed that way.
“And you love every minute.”
Yes, I do.
“Mind if I ask you something?”
She eyed the ice cream menu. “Anything, as long as I get one of those butterscotch dipped cones.”
