It would at least take his mind off his troubles. The club annoyed him. The noise annoyed him. The people in the noisy club annoyed him even more. Adam would be showing up later to do “damage control.” Everyone else had taken the night off. Jack and Joel—the unstoppable twins—still had numbers to run and equipment to clean. Kary was staying in her room waiting for her husband’s phone call. And Frankie—Gabe laughed to himself, picturing the balding man with a full beard—was nowhere to be seen. He spotted Tory instantly. Billy had shown him a wallet-size photograph of her standing in a field with a tornado behind her in the distance. Well, Gabe mused as he made his way to the bar, it hadn’t been distant enough. He could almost feel the wind from the twister as he’d gazed at her picture. And the tornado wasn’t the only thing that’d had his pulse jumping. Tory was beautiful. Her hair was up in a ponytail in the photo, but now at the club she wore it down in beautiful tawny waves flowing everywhere.
