“I mean Paul’s treat.” She glanced back at him. “One of my boys is being taught a lesson tonight. I was quite down with a bad cold, last week, and I returned to discover one of my most treasured regulars had taken the opportunity to go on a rude spending spree with just about every dancer on shift.”
“That doesn’t sound thoughtful,” one of the men said, and the rest laughed.
“I know, right? I would have appreciated a get well card, at least. Some of my regulars offered money to make up for my missed days.” She stared at Paul as she presented this new information, and he bowed his head. “I didn’t accept, of course.”
“I definitely would have done that,” one of the guys said, and his friends groaned at the sycophantic response, but Destiny cooed.
“You are so sweet. Would you like a dance
