My heart quickened when I heard Jase’s voice in the back of the kitchen as he greeted Floyd on the way in. He was here. In the same building. I found myself trying to come up with a reason to go back to the kitchen to be near him. I crashed my head against my desk and buried myself in spreadsheets. This was bad. Disastrous. A distraction I bloody well didn’t need. We were taking a chance on a new band tonight. The HolyRocks canceled on me at the last minute. Some bullshit line about how the lead singer had the flu. I knew better. The guy had shown up here plenty of nights glassy-eyed and twitchy. I just hoped he could pull his shit together and cool it with whatever dope he took. This was bad for business. Just like Bella. I wasn’t naïve. This was a club. Of course there was an element. I couldn’t control what the patrons did, but I could damn sure keep it off the premises and my people clean. Otherwise, this could become seriously bad juju. Just like jumping on one of my employees was bad for business.
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