Page 19 of My Casanova

Yarder nodded. “Saylor and Max.”

I snorted. “What the hell kind of name is Saylor?”

Yarder smirked. “I don’t know, man.”

“Does Adalee know them?”

“Nope. Seems things have changed since she got fired. They’re bringing in fresh blood.”

I nodded slowly. “You talk to the Fallen Lords lately? How are they doing with filming?”

“Not really sure. I reached out to Wrecker a few weeks back, and he said they weren’t filming yet. Didn’t know exactly when it would start.”

“Wish that was us.”

“Yeah, well, hopefully, in a couple of weeks, we’ll be done. I told Don to just send whoever the hell he needed to, and let’s get this shit wrapped up.”

I glanced up at the clock and noticed it was quarter to six. “The sign on the door says they’re open till six. Maybe we should start wrangling the girls?”

Yarder nodded in agreement. “Yeah.” He let out a sharp, shrill whistle that cut through the chatter.

Everyone froze and looked at him.

“Do you have to do that?” Poppy slurred and rubbed her ear.

Yarder whirled his finger in the air. “Let’s wrap this up, girls. Shop closes in fifteen minutes.”

“What?” Dani gasped, eyes wide. “How the heck did the time go?” She looked at me, her expression dazed, and shook her head. “I mean…” She waved her hand vaguely in the air. “I don’t really know what I mean.”

Yeah, she was well in the bag.

Sloane and Dove collapsed into each other and giggled uncontrollably.

Adalee clapped Dani on the shoulder. “I got you, girl. The time has wheezed by.”

“Whizzed,” I corrected.

Dani pointed a finger at me and narrowed her eyes. “That’s what I said. I mean she.”

I just shook my head and fought back a grin. “Sure, angel.”

Fallon was stuffing more cheese into her mouth and nodded approvingly. “I think we should just live here. This is my dream house.”

Sloane raised a half-empty wine glass. “To the dream house!”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Yarder sighed and tossed the baskets on the counter. “Ladies, start gathering your crap. We’re out.”

Stan, who had been leaning against the counter, blinked at me. “Hey, new guy, you ever tried this cheese? It’s damn good, man.”

I eyed him warily. “Uh, no, I haven’t. Maybe next time.”

He grinned and held up a cracker stacked with cheese and jam. “One more for the road, huh?”

I took the cracker out of his hand before he could drop it. “Alright, I’ll try it.”

Dani grinned and leaned on the counter next to me. “It’s yummy. The fig jam and the goat cheese are good. They should be married.” She reached out and laid her hand on my chest. “You’re spinning.”

I looked down at her, my gaze lingering on the way her lips curled up at the edges. “Pretty sure just your head is spinning, angel. We need to get you home and in bed. You are going to be hungover tomorrow.”

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