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wanted more of that bouncer, and Nash seemed ready for it. Interruptions! Nash didn’t strike Peter as the type of man who opened up easily, and Peter hated to lose the moment. Still, he had to remember there was a world beyond the bedroom Peter wanted to lure Nash into. The other guys were concerned about the stalker situation, and he needed to make sure they knew he was fine. Most of the dancers checked on him as they dressed and left.
    As usual, Ken went out to talk with Avery. Peter followed and felt Nash on his heels. “I’m ready when you are.”
    “I’m not going to live in fear and hide from a drunk guy.” Peter shook his head.
    “You got a fan,” Avery said.
    “Please tell Nash this happens. Nothing new.” Peter sat at the bar.
    Avery nodded. “It’s true. It happens now and then. Carl is handling it aggressively.”
    “He rushed the stage,” Nash said.
    “It’s a strip club. Half the fans will be at that stage with cash in hand at some point during the night. You did the right thing. He was plastered, but if you ban every person who drinks too much one night or gets too enthusiastic, we don’t have a crowd.” Ken smiled.
    “This one didn’t get the message last night. Be careful,” Avery said.
    Peter looked over at Nash. The chemistry still sizzled. “Nash will keep me safe. I should take him out to dinner for a thank you.”
    “I don’t need any gifts for doing my job.” Nash glanced at the door.
    “You in a hurry?” Avery asked Nash.
    “No, I just don’t want Peter to let his guard down.” Nash took a seat at the bar.
    Carl came out from the office. “He won’t be allowed in again. Are you okay, Peter?”
    “He didn’t touch me. I’m fine. The guy probably just got drunk,” Peter sighed.
    “Two nights in a row isn’t something to ignore,” Carl said.
    “We don’t want to scare away the customers.” Ken folded his arms.
    “Drunk jerks harassing the talent also scare away the good customers. It ruins the mood and puts off the newcomers.” Carl shook his head. “He won’t be allowed in the club anymore.”
    “Thanks.” Peter shook Carl’s hand. “Hopefully, the guy will find another club.”
    “Okay, let’s call it a night.” Ken yawned. “I need my beauty sleep.”
    “There aren’t enough sleeping pills in Nevada.” Avery turned out the lights on the bar and headed for the door.
    “Don’t worry, Hunter will be in tomorrow just in case. Extra set of hands doesn’t hurt. Hopefully, all is quiet. Night. Nash, you’ll lock up behind you? Everything else is secure, just the front door and set the alarm the way I showed you. Okay?” Carl asked.
    “Sure. I’ll walk Peter to his car.” Nash nodded.
    “Thanks.” Carl walked back to the office and grabbed his stuff.
    Peter watched Carl and Hunter walk out. Alone with Nash, Peter moved right into his personal space and had Nash’s back to the bar. “Please don’t act overprotective. Avery and Carl are bad enough.”
    “I’m protective because it’s my job. It wasn’t personal. You don’t have to take me out to dinner or anything. If you have everything, let’s lock up, and I’ll walk you to your car.” Nash nodded.
    Peter hated people lying, and Nash wasn’t being totally honest about stuff not being personal. Nash’s eyes were inspecting Peter’s body. In his own jeans and tan T-shirt, there wasn’t much to see. Nash could deny the attraction all he wanted, but Peter wasn’t buying it. He kissed Nash and pressed to his hard body.
    Strong hands grabbed Peter’s upper arms and lifted him off the ground. “I’m not messing up this job. I’m not looking to get involved. I haven’t been out of the Marines six months. You don’t want to get mixed up with me.”
    Peter nodded, and Nash set him down.
    “Fine, I’ll grab my bag, and we’ll get out of here.” Peter wasn’t done, but there was no way he could win in a physical competition.
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    This was supposed to be an easy job. No