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I keep my tone low. “Yeah.”
“When?” she asks.
“You know when we took off and ditched?” She nods. “Then. When your time slot came up, people left when Venus took the stage. Half the place cleared out before she even made it a third of the way through the song.”
“That’s…”
“I know, I thought Happy was lying until I pulled up the cameras.”
She bites her lip. “Is it wrong that kind of makes me happy? Like, I hate that for the club, but I hate her.”
“Nah, little dancer, I think that makes you human,” I tease.
She takes another bite of food, so I do the same.
“For what it’s worth, though, I think you’re right. I think you should hire someone else,” she finally says.
“So you’re cool with it?”
She rolls her eyes. “It doesn’t matter if I’m cool with it. It’s business, and that has nothing to do with our relationship, remember? But yes, I’m good with it. If you need help or anything, let me know. I’m here if you need me.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now let’s finish eating and pay. We have to run by the club so I can get my car before I head back to my dorm to change before class.
So that’s what we do. We talk while we eat and just have a normal morning. When we’re done, I pay, much to her dismay. Then I drive her back to the club.
“I’ll see you later?” she asks as she takes off the helmet.
I shake my head. “I’m going out of town on a run. I’ll be gone for a few days.”
“Again? So soon?”
“I’m sorry.”
Cami pouts. “It’s fine. We need a calendar so I can keep all this shit straight,” she says, making me laugh.
“I’ll see what I can do. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
She leans in and kisses me one more time before walking over to her car and getting in. I wait for her to pull out of the parkinglot before I do the same. Only I turn in the opposite direction and head back to the clubhouse.
“You ready for the run?” Savage asks fifteen minutes later.
“As ready as I’ll ever be, and the club is set for a couple of days. Before we leave, though, what do you think about hiring another headliner?”
Savage puts his hands on his hips. “Fang, I give zero fucks what you do with the club. As long as it’s bringing in money, I don’t care. This is your project and I trust you.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, heading toward the clubhouse.
“You’re welcome. Now do you have the drive mapped out already?” he asks as we walk side by side.
I scoff. “You know I do.”
“Good. Show me.”
As hard as it is, I push thoughts of the club and Cami out of my mind and concentrate on the job at hand. Savage and I have old ladies waiting on us to get back, and I won’t let any of them down.
