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Weird. Why didn’t she tell him Birdie?
“Saint, but I’m not one.” He winked at her. “Who do you belong to?”
“Nobody, but I am Storm’s daughter.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Didn’t mean any disrespect.”
And this was how it usually went for Birdie with men. They all feared Storm. How could she ever fall in love with her dad, scaring off the guys?
“It’s okay. How about you buy me a drink, and all will be forgotten?” Birdie told him in a flirty tone and looped her arm around his. Her performance was for Raymond’s benefit, who was watching her like a hawk, while the busty blonde kissed his neck.
“It’d be my pleasure.” He led Birdie toward the bar. I had to hand it to her. She had Ray by the balls. Even with his date sucking on him, Buxom Blonde didn’t exist while his attention was on Birdie.
I’d bet the farm my bestie could hold him in a vice for the entire evening if she didn’t leave Saint’s side. Ray was an idiot. He would lose her if he didn’t do something soon, and I wouldn’t feel bad if he lost her to Saint, the Viking God.
And now I had a perfect view of the rocker on his back. Saint was a Knight from Storm’s cousin’s club in Montana. I wondered how dear old Storm felt about his daughter having a drink with a much older man…
“Don’t get any ideas.” Dante dropped into Birdie’s chair.
“What nonsense are you spewing now?”
“Saint. I saw y’all drooling over him. He’s too old. Almost forty.”
“Birdie doesn’t seem to mind.”
“I know her game. She’s pissed at Ray for bringing a date, so she’s going to drive him insane hanging all over Saint.”
“You must be so proud of yourself. I’m sure nobody knows Birdie as well as you do, right?”
He cocked his head. “Just stating my opinion.”
“Sounds more like you believe they are facts.”
“Do you disagree?”
I popped my shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe Birdie is into an older, mature man who knows and goes after what he wants.”
“Doubt it.”
“So, we’re just going to talk about Birdie?”
“No. Would you like to dance?”
“Pass.”
“Go dance with him.” Demi nudged me.
Dante stood and extended his hand out to me. Was he crazy? If we danced, people might get the wrong idea. My parents hadn’t arrived, but when they did, I didn’t want them to see me in Dante’s arms. They’d for sure think we were a couple.
Not the worst thing ever.
“Well, Em?” Dante moved his hand closer to mine.
“Just one dance.” I accepted his offer, and surprisingly, it felt good.
“Just one to start.” He led me to a spot and pulled me against him. The club and world faded into nothingness.
I’m doomed. If I didn’t tell him about my procedure, the first chance I got, it would be like I was deceiving him. And that would be the wrong way to begin whatever was between us.
