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It wasn’t a question.
I decided to treat it as one. Needless to say that some other time to avoid Eddie included not spending the night with him.
“I’d rather go home.”
“No offense, but my bed’s more comfortable.”
“I meant alone,” I clarified.
He grinned as if what I said was amusing, leaned down and touched his lips to mine.
Then he walked away.
I sighed, watched him go, and I had to admit, I enjoyed the show.
Guess I was spending the night with Eddie.
“Not your fuckin’ boyfriend, right?” Smithie yelled at me.
Wonderful.
The night started out good, busy but quiet. No bachelor parties, no brawls, no men with knives.
This luck didn’t last long.
“Jet!”
I was at the waitress station when I whirled at my name to see Indy, Ally and two men, one slim, the other Hispanic, standing behind me.
“I fuckinglovethat outfit,” Ally said, her eyes huge and approving.
“I do too,” the slim man agreed. “Can I borrow it? It would bedivinewith ‘She Works Hard for the Money,’ don’t you think?” He turned to Indy but he didn’t wait for an answer and glanced around. “No…wait…is there a gift shop here that sells those tops?”
This must be Indy’s neighbor, Tod, and Tod’s partner, Stevie.
“I borrowed your shoes,” I said to him. “Thank you. I still have them. I’ll get them back to you tomorrow.”
“Keep ’em,” he invited, waving his hand. “The dress they went with ripped. Irreparable. It was traumatic. I loved that dress. The shoes are just an ugly memory now.”
“But…” I stammered, sort of in shock at his generosity. “Those are great shoes.”
He shrugged. “Just think of me as the shoe fairy.” Then he acted like he was bonking me on the head with an imaginary magic wand. “Make your own good memories in those shoes.”
I gaped for a second and then he winked at me. I couldn’t help it, so I smiled at him and then turned to Indy. She did belated introductions and I asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Came to see your other life. You don’t mind, do you?” Indy answered.
I shook my head, and for some reason, I didn’t. It was way too late in the day, my secret was out and nearly everyone had seen my Smithie’s uniform anyway.
“Be sure you’re in my station,” I pointed at some tables. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Hey, you!” Smithie shouted, lumbering down the bar toward us, pointing at Ally. “Or you.” He pointed at Indy. “You friends of Jet’s?”
Both Indy and Ally nodded.
“Either of you dance?” he asked when he made it to the waitress station.
Uh-oh.
