Page 21 of My Casanova

“Oh,” Stan laughed. “My brain is dizzy, so I was just copying you.”

Dani patted him on the shoulder. “Let’s get you home to Donald.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure he’s hungry.”

“You married, Stan?” I asked, curious.

Stan let out a big belly laugh. “God, no.”

Dani smirked. “Donald is his bulldog.”

I shook my head and herded them toward the front door. “Well, in that case, let’s get you home to Donald.”

We stepped out of the shop, and I held my hand out to Dani. “Keys.”

She slapped them into my palm with a grin. “There ya go, biker man.”

I locked the door and pocketed the keys.

“Do you have my other keys?” she asked.

I nodded, and we walked toward her car. “Yeah.”

“Did you find a tire?” she asked and glanced over at me.

“I did. You’re good to go.”

“You lost a tire?” Stan asked. “You didn’t tell me.”

“It was just a flat,” Dani explained. “And Rick Savvy fixed it.”

Stan squinted at me. “I thought your name was Smoke.”

Dani laughed.

“I think she meant Rico Suave, Stan.”

“How about Casanova?” Dani suggested. “You’re all suave and sexy. You can be Casanova because I can’t say Ricky Sausage.” She shook her head. “You know what I mean.”

I had no idea what she was going on about. “Let’s just get you both home so you can sleep this off.”

Getting Stan into the backseat of Dani’s car was an ordeal. The man was like a wet noodle, flopping into the seat and then deciding halfway in that he wasn’t ready to sit yet. “Wait, wait,” he said, holding up a hand dramatically. “I forgot my cheese!”

“You didn’t buy any,” Dani reminded him.

Stan blinked at her. “Oh. Then carry on.”

Dani snorted and managed to slide into the passenger seat with a loopy smile on her face.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and glanced over at her. “What you thinking about, angel?”

She sighed happily. “That was fun.”

“You mean profitable,” Stan said from the back and leaned his head against the seat. “You need to bring your friends around more often, Smoke.”

Dani shook her head. “No, no. I’m talking about the other customers that came in while they were there. Sloane, Dove, and Adalee were salesmen. No matter who it was, they had them sample everything and walk out with at least four or five things. We haven’t had that good of a Friday... ever.”

I chuckled as I pulled out of the parking lot. “Maybe you should hire them full-time.”

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