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“I know, but you have to admit?—”
A tingling sensation creeps up my spine. “About that shopping trip. Tomorrow after your shift at the Bellagio?”
“Sounds good.”
We settle on a time and who would pick up whom, then I hang up.
I stare at my computer monitor then give in to my curiosity by Googling time travel, alternate universes and people claiming to experience time travel to other centuries. Surprisingly, thousands of people have made claims very similar to Joker’s. After reading way too much on the subject, I clear the screen and go back to the shipping and purchase orders, but I can’t stop the questions.
Could time travel really happen?
Is there a way to be transported to another era?
And did this really happen to Joker?
CHAPTER 13
DAISY
“Hey there, beautiful, is your man around?” Cobra swaggers into the office, his bright blue eyes as brilliant and as light as Joker’s are dark. The men are polar opposites in looks, but both are sexy and handsome in their own way.
“Yeah, don’t you know you could do way better than Joker’s grumpy ass?” Python follows Cobra in, and I immediately know if both the prez and the sergeant-at-arms are together, then something is going down with the Serpents, and they want to weigh in with their VP.
I nod toward the garage. “Probably got his head under a car or tricking out a bike.”
“As long as he doesn’t lose his head in the process. Crazy fuckin’ accident the other day.”
I turn from the monitor. “You mean when he fell down the stairs?”
“Yeah, that too, but I meant here in the garage with the lift.”
Cobra and Python exchange a look, and Python shrugs. “No big deal, right?”
“No big deal about what?” I’m totally confused and need way more information.
Cobra mashes his lips together. “Shit, you have no idea what we’re talking about, huh?”
“Absolutely none, so why don’t you tell me what happened?”
Cobra and Python exchange another look, and Cobra backs toward the garage. “Not my story to tell, sweetheart.”
At the same time, Joker appears through the door from the garage. “Hey, brothers.” His gaze flits between me, Cobra, and Python. “What’s goin’ on?”
I push away from the desk and anchor my hands on my now ample hips. “You didn’t tell me you had an accident in the garage.” I never believe in beating around the bush, and usually Joker admires that quality—until now.
Joker narrows his eyes. “That’s ‘cause I didn’t.”
I nod at Cobra. “He said you did.”
Joker glares at Cobra. “Well, he was mistaken.”
“I don’t think so.” I move around the desk. “Tell me what happened.”
Python steps to me and wraps his huge muscled arm around my shoulder. “Simple misunderstanding, babe.”
“Nice try, but no.” I shrug off Python’s arm.
“It was nothing.” Joker rolls his eyes. “There was a leak with the hydraulic fluid in the lift, no big deal.”
