“So?” he prompted. Daisy willed herself to appear unconcerned and composed, though her heart hammered in her chest “I took the trash out,” she muttered. “Then, I had to get something out of my truck, but I didn’t see Rock,” she lied. He crossed his arms over his chest. “It took you twenty minutes to take out the trash? You missed your set on stage and I had to send another dancer in your place.” “I—”“Save it, I don’t believe you.”Shit! She gulped. “You don’t?”“One of the waitresses said you hauled ass after Rock and the sweet young thing he’s screwing. I know exactly what you did.”Oh God. “You do?” she asked. He licked his lips. “You fucked him, didn’t you?” His eyes roamed down her body in a sleazy way that made her skin crawl. “Or maybe you fucked both of them?”She sagged in relief. Thank God he hadn’t seen her help Cowboy load Rock into her truck. “No, I didn’t even see Rock or his girl,” she said quickly, trying to end this conversation.
