He’d almost passed on the strip club, but the thought of returning to an empty apartment when he’d had such high hopes for the night was too much to consider. So he’d gone to the Naughty Ladies Lounge and watched as the guys made fools of themselves over the women dancing, drooling over the women waving their asses and boobs in their faces. He almost hadn’t recognized Mitchell when she’d come on stage. She’d bleached her straight hair a much lighter shade of blond and made it kinky curly. What had thrown him most was the thick makeup disguising her eyes. She appeared to be an entirely different woman. Not until he’d seen the tattoo of a rose on her left hip had he known for certain. Thank goodness, none of the others put CC Hart and the down-to-earth, girl-next-door Mitchell Sanders together. “Hey, this place is shutting down in thirty minutes.” Irish stopped in front of his table. “The guys want to hit an all-night diner before we go sleep it all off. You comin’?”
