“That’s no problem. I can give you a ride on my way into the office. I need to get some work done.” “Where’s your office?” “We own the building that Moxy is in and have offices on the second floor.” “Moxy?” I turned when I heard the strange catch in her voice. “Yeah, it’s a strip club.” “Your family owns it?” She made an effort to sound casual, but the color highlighting her cheeks moments before faded in a way that set me on edge. Did she have an issue with strip clubs? “Yeah, we own Bastion, Moxy, and one other club in town. Moxy is the only one that has dancers. That a problem?” I asked warily. She shook her head quickly. “No, no. It just caught me by surprise, that’s all. I guess I don’t really know much about your family.” I snagged the hem of her shirt and tugged her close. “You alre
