I grimaced at the babe. Where was Dani when I needed her?
I signed the napkin. Cheyenne shoved it in her bra and then slid another one toward me before placing my drink on it. “There. Now you have a nice place to land whenever you want.”
She walked away, exaggeratedly swaying her hips.
It was so cliché, but I was also used to it. When I turned to Tristan, her eyes were wide.
“Wow.”
“Wow, what?”
“Her. Fawning all over you and giving you her phone number.” She flicked her eyes down to the napkin that had the woman’s name and number on it. I turned the napkin upside down. “I just wasn’t sure that stuff really happened.”
“It’s just part of the gig.”
She didn’t seem impressed. I couldn’t blame her. I changed the subject.
“How’s your little girl?” I asked.
Her frown disappeared into a smile. “Hannah’s fine. She had a whole load of questions about your music. Then, she Googled you, listened to a bunch of your songs, and promptly decided Grams must have been losing her touch if she’d liked you so much.”
I put a hand on my chest. “I’m terribly wounded. Did you tell her I’ve won a bunch of awards?”
“She wouldn’t care. You’re not Fleetwood Mac, Zeppelin, or ABBA, so you don’t stand a chance.”
“That’s some pretty specific musical taste for a five-year-old.”
She smiled. “She’s not quite five yet, but she will be soon. And you can thank Grams for the musical taste. You know how she felt about classic rock.”
I nodded. “That I do.”
We sat in silence for a moment before I grinned and said, “I feel doubly honored you’d even know one of my songs well enough to sing it, then.”
“Don’t get too excited. I like country music, and you’re on the radio a lot. Can’t seem to escape you,” she said, and her eyes darkened. Had she meant the double entendre, or were the words merely a slip of her tongue?
Jin and Stacy came back to the table in a giddy mix of kisses and laughter that seemed years younger than their mid-thirties. They broke their kiss to look at us. Stacy smiled and said, “Sorry, we don’t get many nights out without the kiddos in tow.”
“Please don’t stop on my account.” I smiled at them.
Stacy wagged a finger. “You’re one of those, are you?”
“One of those what?” I asked.
“Like to watch,” she said.
I almost choked on my margarita.
“No, no. I’m much more of a participate kind of guy,” I said.
“Sorry, no three-ways. That’s been the staying power of our marriage,” Jin said seriously.
This time Tristan choked.
“Um, I don’t think that’s what he meant, Jin.”
Stacy laughed as if all of our discomfort was the best thing she’d seen in weeks.
“Okay, folks, it’s time for one last song. As you know, we always choose a crowd favorite to come back up and close us down. This request is for…” He opened a paper in his hand and read. “Brady O’Neil?” He looked into the crowd with his hand over his eyes.
