“Damn, Nicky, you should
have been there.” Declan said Sunday evening with an exaggerated roll of his
eyes. “She was a carbon copy of my mother.”
Nicky laughed, wrapping
Declan in his arms. “My poor babe.”
Declan leaned back to look
at him. “I’ll ‘poor babe’ you. I really, really hate Sundays any more.”
“I can see why. Tell you
what, it’s early still so do you want to go to one of the clubs?”
“As long as it doesn’t have
‘country’ in the name, you bet. Let me go home and change into something
comfortable while you decide which one and I’ll meet you there. I assume you
get off at the usual time.”
“In half an hour, if you
want to wait.”
Declan shook his head. “I
really, really have to get out of this suit.”
“I understand.” Nicky pushed
back the curtain on the small dressing room, waiting for Declan to step out
into the shop. He chuckled when his lover stopped momentarily on his way out to
finger a tie. “That one’s on sale at the moment,” he said, reverting to
salesman mode.
“I’ll think about it.”
Checking to be certain no one was watching he swatted Nicky’s ass, whispering,
“A matched pair to tie you up with.” When Nicky gasped softly Declan grinned
then left the shop.
An hour later he was heading
toward the club Nicky had chosen. He wore jeans and a black turtleneck under a
denim jacket. In the trunk of the car was his backpack, his knife stashed in it
for the time being along with the rest of what he needed for later. Somehow he
doubted they’d let him into the club with a blade sheathed at his waist.
When he got there he pulled
into the club’s lot. He smiled when someone backed out of a parking space right
next to the rear entrance and grabbed the spot before anyone else could.
As he strolled into the
club, Declan called Nicky to see if he was there yet. Nicky said he would be in
about ten minutes which worked for Declan. It would give him time to check out
the girls and maybe find one who would fit his parameters. If not right now, he
was sure with the whole evening ahead of him one would come in eventually.
One had better
After spending half the afternoon with his mother and her
friends, trying to avoid her efforts to get him to ask the couple’s daughter
out on a date, he was tense, the all too
familiar rage waiting to break free.
He saw three women almost
immediately who fit the criteria; blonde, dressed in the height of club wear
fashion, pointedly ignoring any man not similarly attired who tried to get them
to dance.
“Bitches,” Declan muttered
under his breath.
“Which ones?”
Declan spun around then
smiled at Nicky. “You made it.”
“Well duh. It was my idea in
the first place.”
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Out today
'Moving On - A Mystery'
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