Heart Beats (Joker's Sin #3) - Davidson King Page 0,13
completely trusted him.
“Guys are doing a sweep—can you make an announcement in ten minutes for people to start clearing out? They’re trickling, and I’m in no mood tonight.”
I smiled at him; he didn’t return it. “Are you ever in a mood? Do you even have emotions, Ciro?”
He stared at me, a placid look on his face. “You want to see a mood, Edge?”
I chuckled but I’d be lying if I didn’t say the man, while a friend, was scary. “Why didn’t you just talk in my earpiece? You didn’t have to come up here.”
“Tried, you didn’t answer.”
I looked over to the small box clipped to my pants. The light was red. “Shit, sorry, I must’ve grabbed one that wasn’t charged.”
“It’s fine. So you’ll make the announcement?”
“No problem, Ciro.”
He gave me a curt nod and left. I went back to watching Shane. He was now shaking his head, telling people no more drinks. This was the way every night. They all knew it, but they pressed. Shane smiled and said no, and when they’d get indignant, he’d shrug and walk away. They couldn’t ruffle his feathers. But one mention of Trinity or flowers from someone for me and he was like an angry peacock.
At the ten-minute mark I made the announcement, and slowly people started exiting. I played soft music until the last person left, and then I started putting things away. I didn’t have a ton to do, but there was maintenance. I always had a small garbage pail near me I tossed things into, so I grabbed the bag, made sure it was all shut down, and walked off the stage.
“Don’t forget these,” Atlas said as he handed me the flowers.
“Let me toss my garbage first.”
He took the bag. “I’ll get it. You seeing someone?”
Atlas owned Joker’s Sin. He was a stunning man with flawless brown skin, long, dark, braided hair, honey-colored eyes, and a smile that was contagious. He was a showman through and through, and working with him was an adventure. If anyone could get me to settle as a DJ in one place it was him, and I never regretted it.
“Nah, someone from the con sent them. Could be Ziggy, or maybe even one of the organizers.” I looked at the card again. “Weird they didn’t sign it.”
Atlas shrugged. “Could be an error on the florist’s part. I’ve gotten gifts before with a card, and the person’s name would be cut off. I wouldn’t worry about it. It’s a nice gesture.”
It was, and I knew Lion would love them too. He would peck at the petals and rub his face in them.
“Yeah, okay, well, I’m heading out.” With my flowers in hand, I went out the back toward my car. I didn’t know where Shane was. I wanted to ask him if we could talk, but he’d either left early or was off doing something for Max.
I opened the side door and realized I had no idea how I was going to get the flowers home without the water spilling in the car.
“Here.”
I turned and Shane was jogging over to my car, box in hand.
“What’s up?”
“I had a job once as a delivery guy for a flower company. One of my many talents, I guess.” He chuckled and placed the box on the passenger seat. “Flowers?” he asked, and I gave them to him. He rested them inside on newspaper and cloth that were in there too, basically tucking the flowers in. Then he took the seat belt and buckled them in. “There. It should stay put, just try to avoid potholes.”
“Yeah, thanks. That’s smart.”
He shrugged. “Ok, well, have a good night.”
He turned and started to go into the club.
“Shane?” He looked over at me with a curious expression. “I wanted to um, maybe we could talk or whatever. Tomorrow maybe?”
The crease in his forehead and surprise in his eyes were cute. Damn, this guy had me hooked.
“Like lunch or something?”
I nodded. “Great, yeah, say like one? We can come into work together too, if you want. Up to you.”
He stood stock-still, something going through his head I wasn’t sure about, and nervousness bubbled in my stomach. The uncertainty of what he’d say was making me sweat, but when he smiled, the worry washed away. “Sounds good. I have your number. I’ll text you in the morning, that good?”
“Yeah. Night.”
He gave me a little wave, and I watched him until he was back inside.
Chapter Seven
Shane
After I returned to the club, I didn’t stop smiling…I couldn’t. Max