Page 36 of Reignite

Another ex-Delta? Now I really didn’t know how to feel. The only other person I knew from Gray’s military days was Foster, and that was a complete shitshow.

Jim nodded and crossed his arms. “My fighting days ended a long time ago. I got out the same time as your dickhead boyfriend and—”

Foster. He didn’t say it. But it hung in the air nonetheless.

“—a bunch of the other guys. War is hell. I’m here to have some fun.”

“And you don’t mind that you’ll be working in a kink club?” Unfortunately, this life wasn’t for everyone. If he was going to work here, and I suspected there was more to it than bartending, I needed to make sure he made our members felt welcome, not scared away.

“Sweetheart, that’s the best part of this gig. I fully expect to negotiate a lifetime VIP membership to your place in my contract.”

I laughed. “Are there any guys in Delta operators who aren’t kinked?”

They both looked at me like I’d asked if my face was polka-dotted. Then they answered simultaneously. “No.”

Okay, then. I’d add ex-military guys to my customer avatar.

Jim turned in a circle and looked around at the construction. “What’s the name of your club?”

Gray and I glanced at each other. His blank face mirrored what was in my head.

In my mind it had always been Gray and Angel’s. After Gray’s silent partner bombshell, I didn’t have a clue.

“Uh. That detail seems to have slipped through the cracks.”

“How about The Red Room of Pain?” Jim laughed at his own horrible sense of humor.

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes and cross my arms. “How about no.”

“You’re a Cruz, right? How about Cruzin’ for a Bruising.”

“What is wrong with you?” I stared at Jim and then looked over at Gray. “Where did you get this guy?”

Gray shrugged and said, “Afghanistan?”

“I’m totally creating a drink called Cruzin’ for a Bruising for the menu.”

“You are not,” Gray and I both said.

Jim wasn’t fazed, even a little.

“How about Angel’s?” Jim suggested.

“That’s too sweet, and this isn’t all about me.”

“You need something that shows the darker, sensual side of you and your club too.” Gray stroked a finger down my cheek and kept on going until his fingers danced across the top of my cleavage.

“Get a room, you two. Or don’t and let me watch, you devil.”

Gray’s eyebrows raised and he grinned at me. “Devils and Angels.”

“Ooh. I love it.” Because it was the first and only time Gray had put his stamp on the club, and it was a millimeter away from what I’d wanted to call it.

Gray was a devil.

“Hey, Cade. You can finally get the sign vendor on the line. We’ve got a name for the club.” I shouted across the room and Cade came over.

He had his notebook and pencil at the ready. “I wondered what we were going to call this. What’s it to be?”

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