She giggles. “Fair point.”
“Real classy, Gage,” I laugh.
“What can I say? I’m a real classy guy,” he replies, making me and Alessa snort with laughter. Gage is many things, but I don’t think classy was one of them. He just grins, not at all offended.
Helena busts back into the room with fabric laid over her arm. She lays them out in front of Alessa before saying she would give her time to look before disappearing again.
While thinking, she runs her hands over a shimmery gold and then a shimmery silver.
“Where do you want this to go?” I ask, trying to help. Gage is just content to watch her work.
“Over here,” she points to a picture of tables that sit to the side of the bar. “It’s VIP. It gives a sense of privacy but doesn’t close you off from the rest of the bar if you don’t want to
