The club is slammed. I’m still floating after Craig told me he wanted to love me—he makes me so happy. Robyn and Garrick haven’t questioned me about our relationship. Craig and I haven’t discussed Estevan in a week. I hope the asshole dropped off the end of the world. I’ve saved enough money to pay two months’ rent to Macey. In short, my new life is shaping up. And I’ve finally worked up the courage to invite Craig over to my sister’s house for dinner on Sunday night. That’s when I’ll reveal my plans to move. Craig doesn’t even know. I’m not sure how he’ll react. As long as I’m living at Robyn’s, I’m safe. My brother-in-law is the only man I know who is fiercer than my boyfriend. I’m dancing for a twenty-something-year-old guy who keeps buying table dances but doesn’t react when I’m naked. In fact, he stares up at the ceiling most of the time or closes his eyes. We’re sitting near the catwalk. Craig is working the front door.
